Asking after the oblique mystique
Is our writing always in the last place we never look?
End of the World
If the end is nigh, why not write it out?
Has this ever happened to anyone you know?
It’s never too late to help a poet in trouble. Reach out. Make contact. Save them from themselves.
Παραθαρσύνω: embolden and encourage
Are you reading your tactics book hard enough?
Poetry is a controlled refinement of sobbing
Do you cry? Or weep? Or sob?
Preachings from six elderly doctoresses
Writers can avoid betrayal.
Thorough rebuke, all you proud poets
Write what is forbidden, please.
If experience ruptures your philosophy of life let writing be your constant
What do you do when it hurts too much?
I am a thorn: beneath the nail
You get to choose for yourself.
