There’s a lot I don’t have the words for these days. I suspect that’s true of most of us, deep down, no matter the force we throw behind the ones we’ve got. Maybe it’s strange because I’m definitely not a poet (or maybe it’s not, for the same reason) but in the most harrowing times I often find myself turning to poetry.
I’ve been working on and off for …
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