Kill the Poet

. Kill the Poet . . Kill the poet, ransack the diet of bliss. Dust away all traces of inspiration, childbirth, breath and roses. ¬† Thumbtacks, dried-out bones are what has stayed. I am a sand-fish, surfing the bottom, accumulating¬† duties, commitments, leftover debris to feed my already grown children. ¬† Notions of a mission? … Continue reading Kill the Poet