i sent a letter to poe, postmarked today in a small urn. i buried it in a shallow grave. just a note of thanks. i am mostly uncertain about the subtle nuances of bending time and space. hope he gets it. on the front i scribbled, e.a. poe throes of depression eighteen thirty six baltimore. […]
in these hastily written odes to her, to life, to depression, to home, to loss, to pain, to tender refrain, to bloody knuckles, to jazz, to music, to muses, to ruses, to rhyme in tanka, in haiku, of sonnets, of soliloquies, free form, rigid structure, dialogues and diatribes this is a dedication to you, i’m […]
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