09-27-2021, 11:59 AM
The last word of the poem could be again in the stead of more.
Your poems appear to work through progressions. A cyclical mix.
Body. World. Dare?, Society.
A kind of incongruent digestion. Burbling up the reflux.
A headache on the street. Cloverfield.
Tell me if I'm wrong.
Your poems appear to work through progressions. A cyclical mix.
Body. World. Dare?, Society.
A kind of incongruent digestion. Burbling up the reflux.
A headache on the street. Cloverfield.
Tell me if I'm wrong.