Have you had a difficult relationship with poetry? Do you think it’s hard to read it? This article may change your perspective on why poetry seems such a difficult subject.
There’s always a silver lining, and even the lockdowns, the slush of April, and the remote classes have one.
From the beaches of Laru
i strip away my clothes; it does not matter / who sunbathes on the rocks, drunk on the endless days. / i have things to do and the sea is waiting. // i trade salt for salt, serving up my heart / on a silver platter. / “take it” i say, and finland turns / its great cold eye in sober curiosity.
baby, i’ve got a secret
baby, i’ve got a secret
but someone must have said that secrets are like a disease
they haunt, they infect, and
they gnaw your bones