
I am at a stage where I am scratching, squeezing and stealing warmth from TV shows to get some heat going in my words. I am a stack of cold meat layered on top of shaky bones. Barely held together to transmit artificial emotions from the face of paid actors to the open eyes/ears of word scavengers. Bringing the human juice that I have managed to collect from the scarce art of others to my poetry is like…


