HERE’S A STATEMENT:
Poetry is usually a very private affair. It lives in a quiet section in any library, or any bookstore. A passionate, reclusive lot of small books. And when you finally arrive, you need to know your way around or else have a guide who does. Built into elusive and eluding, (or constraining) forms, or, more recently, completely devoid of anything resembling human speech. books discovered here can be discouraging to the new or curious poem-seeker. And in many ways, this is totally fine. There is a gate keeping element to it; some things do not need to be so easy to digest. The beauty of poetry, however, in the modern age, is the art form’s ability to be accessible, to be simple, to be digestible by anyone. Poetry is water, not gluten; it is a gateway drug into the world of art, a simple and true form of expression. To write poetry all we need to do is speak. My quest is to remind the world that poetry is public.
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LOVE, MEET
A VALENTINES POEM FOR STU-ART AND K-O
THE MOON IS SMALL
AND YET ECLIPSESE FULLY
THE VIBRANT VOLUMINOUS SUN
THERE IS A GREAT WIDE WORLD OUT THERE
AND YET YOU ARE MY ONE
A LOVE UNBRIDLED
A MAGIC WILD ILSE
WHERE I DO HITCH MY POST
IT'S YOU MY LOVE, MY MOON, AND WORLD
YOU I LOVE THE MOST