typo on page one
I choked on coffee this morning shortly after opening Poetry: Volume One to have a legitimate read. I wrote it four years ago. So I finally feel ready to deal with all of the life-ish things that surround poetry. I had a few years there that I'd frankly rather forget - poetry is a fascinating way to revisit them. Never the less. First poem: Empty room sound. A voice inside my min Esoteric touch, breathing through my skin. Physical. Perceptivity...