“I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you’re an artist, by children if you’re not.”― Philip Larkin Poetry becomes many different things to many different people at many different times in...
Underneath it all my skin crawls in discomfort. Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall. Underneath it all, an internal battle against the weakness of my greatest enemy - my inner self.
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The New Monarch or, Danaus plexippus plexippus or, Migrant Love over a lifetime of 5 to 7 weeks
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This is a hymn for the ginger god Who lies buried beneath His leaves perched above Reaching for the sun