Dear A,
Something aches in varying textures of porousness, so I know the process of grief is like time itself. I read your poem “Code,” and something is both lost and found; after you passed into waters I could not …
Dear A,
Something aches in varying textures of porousness, so I know the process of grief is like time itself. I read your poem “Code,” and something is both lost and found; after you passed into waters I could not …
May 2022
The muse may be thankless, but sometimes something unexpected drops down from above in a way that makes you think life has been eavesdropping on what has been running through your mind. In the letter to the reader …