That blurry morning of nineties,
ooze from between the trees
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Very difficult to read, structurally. I hope I comprehend the intent, I have several poems of this nature. In one sense, this is a brutal as the mentality it conveys. That is an attribute of both sincerity & isolation, but it's heavy with isolation. I'd suggest comforting this piece within the horror. If you'd bare me a moment, please, check out one of my poems for Woman/Mother: We Are All To Be Murdered; Without The Womb of a Woman; Prostitute; Female; Young Girl; Native Daughter; Mother Moon. Any one of these represent my own attempts at this monumental challenge. The only thing holding our poems back are ourselves, the more brutal, the more difficult to share. So never forget why you write. And, perhaps my poem for India (I know, I know) , may be of interest to you as well. Keep writing.
Very difficult to read, structurally. I hope I comprehend the intent, I have several poems of this nature. In one sense, this is a brutal as the mentality it conveys. That is an attribute of both sincerity & isolation, but it's heavy with isolation. I'd suggest comforting this piece within the horror. If you'd bare me a moment, please, check out one of my poems for Woman/Mother: We Are All To Be Murdered; Without The Womb of a Woman; Prostitute; Female; Young Girl; Native Daughter; Mother Moon. Any one of these represent my own attempts at this monumental challenge. The only thing holding our poems back are ourselves, the more brutal, the more difficult to share. So never forget why you write. And, perhaps my poem for India (I know, I know) , may be of interest to you as well. Keep writing this, it's not done.