I was recently interrogated by my conscious on my objective in this passion I developed of reviewing fellow writers’ books. As much as there’s a motive of promotion, there is equally a significant need for grooming and nurturing critique so...

*act one* I’ve walked haunted streets for months everything carries the stain… holographic monograms threads and filaments handcuff my heart this old jail you *act two* down every road another ghost this whole town belongs I trespass with sadness weighed...