Salt And Ink
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(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015)
(5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016)
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"Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife,
Death came later; he was stabbed by life."
When my ballpoint buckles, there is no stifling the blood that flows into verses.
Nothing is too negative for a poem. Sixty-odd instances of everything negative. A book that explores and cajoles as much as it disturbs and breaks.
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