The Inability of Words – Thoughts on Poetry and Humanity

I have a strange love hate relationship with poetry. I can be in equal parts thoroughly confused and delighted when I read it. Poetry takes work. It extracts a cost from both reader and writer. Good poetry will wrap its hands around the sorest parts of yourself and squeeze, leaving you emotionally exhausted and strangelyContinue reading “The Inability of Words – Thoughts on Poetry and Humanity”