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“Before long we’re left with a slow drip / and what was frozen melts what was closed opens.”
A wry poetic journey through love, death, and the absurdity of life, blending humor with existential reflection.
A haunting collection exploring the timelessness of poetry, the role of poets in an uncertain future, the multifaceted nature of grief, and the delicate balance of love.
“Speak in sighs, soft petals written beneath our skin, my darling—if you look at it the right way, all the world is a garden.”
“Despising Crows”: “Finally, open the little heart you call a ticker. Prepare your obituary, during the time it takes to spit in their eyes.” / “It’s Only Sex”: “Just don’t…