I could not possibly imagine receiving more valuable words about my writing, than “I found your poems last night at a time when I really needed them.” No other words of praise could match the feeling that the writing somehow entered your life and gave you a hand. I do think alike. We are blinded, we are lonely and we forgot how to seek out the simplicity of things. There seem to be no room for fragility of anysorts, only some kind of a primal strength that we think will place us on the winning ground. But there is goodness, and beauty and grace. I do believe in it. And magic. There’s magic too. Lots of it.
Thank you Todd, thank you very much for what you’ve said.