May 2 by The Running Son
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My good friend and fellow contributor, artist and poet, and hopefully future proof-reader, Wain Jordan, reminded my rightly recently that there is no need to editorialize on my writing. Today I say, word. In the vernacular. I respect that.
I just want to go on permanent record as saying this:
The process of constructing (or unearthing) the poem A Union of Opposites last night was the most cathartic 3 hours, I’m pretty damn sure, I have ever experienced.
Not even gonna link to it. Interested? You’ll find it simple enough.
(unless I privatize, draft or delete this. I promise not to though. It’s my bed and I’ll friggin sleep in it.)