Sifting through the backbones of history, of time, of memory. Language, a word, a turn of phrase. A story, a poem, a love letter. They amount to much the same but also—not.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
