The Poet and the Poem —Sue Viseth

i am her darling, the poem that’s died a thousand deaths sliced in a whim as i gasp my last breath my poet is a murderess, a ruthless seductress, killing me, her darling word by word piercing melodic prose, never to be heard she employs modern warfare: the dreaded reverse key and on her worstContinue reading “The Poet and the Poem —Sue Viseth”