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Poetry’s love dust, toast, metaphors and leaving home

It’s 3 am. I can’t sleep. How many writers do you hear say that one? I’m hunting the house for chocolate but cannot find any and the miserable one dollar coin in my wallet will not buy me a skerrick of chocolate even if I walked the streets looking for a 7 Eleven. So, lovers… Read more Poetry’s love dust, toast, metaphors and leaving home