Thank you for these wonderful connective thoughts on parents, children, safety, loneliness in love and out, tenderness, and beauty of it all. And for these poems.
Love the way you’ve written the men: lonely, tender and soft, your own shattered life, the shock of the graveyard and its “awful & crude” man. I felt my chest crack when I read “from being somebody’s son”. Yes. I know this long, quiet cry. “Without tenderness nothing changes”. Thank you 🙏
Devin, Your work is outstanding. Thank you for introducing poems I never would have found. D
thanks always, Dave!
Thank you for these wonderful connective thoughts on parents, children, safety, loneliness in love and out, tenderness, and beauty of it all. And for these poems.
thank you always, Leanne!
Love the way you’ve written the men: lonely, tender and soft, your own shattered life, the shock of the graveyard and its “awful & crude” man. I felt my chest crack when I read “from being somebody’s son”. Yes. I know this long, quiet cry. “Without tenderness nothing changes”. Thank you 🙏
thanks so much, Shauna -- appreciate you
"Now, I sleep on a bedsheet made of fingernails/with my own hand in my mouth."
and
"until the white of each/headstone & the light from the sun became one/shimmering thing so bright & beautiful I did not know/if I was alive."
Beautiful images! Thank you for sharing your work, Devin!
thank you, Mason!