A week ago, I received samples of my books in the mail for proofreading and final evaluation, and today, they are carcasses of which I am somewhat scornful. It is almost as if I crumble in my clothing, just a little bit, upon seeing them. Or like my exhalation suddenly becomes reluctant to escape my lungs; Thus, impossible to intake the next breath that I would indignantly consume, then I am  only spared by the sweet thrill of self sabotage. —— Or like the very breath that I breathe personifies itself, only to absorb its own self, in an attempt to tease me, (then it would fail jut before my last gasp was absorbed and I would see the beams of light that is my new fate.) Continue reading “Passion undone; Awakened Apathy, Counteract.” →

Three things that I know to be true are:

I am a poet,

I love Dolly Parton,

And Sarah Kay is my favorite Poet.