Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read
I hate to gush, but that won’t stop me from doing it. You are a revelation. Hands down the best poetry I have read in a long time, maybe ever. You capture a variable current of something oscillating over not plaintive, not whimsical, not clever, not reflectively overwrought, not quite wry, but almost all these things, were they all aged into perfect, self possessed maturity in a barrel with overnotes of….is it cherries? Cedar? Black pepper? I have no idea. But is speaks volumes to me. Again and again.. It’s just so… it’s elegant. Thats what it is. Elegant. Thank you, Thank you. Thank you for whatever spells and scrying informs your process.
See? I did forewarn fair and square.
