Thirty-three poems that refuse eternity for the real. Confessional, visceral, aphoristic — love written as something violent and tender in the same breath.
Love is violent! And unsure. And sure!
It’s peace. It’s not a calculation or weights and measures.
It grabs you by the lips and pulls you into the unknown.
Happily! Avoid at all costs!
New poems, new paintings, and the slow assembly of the next book — for the few who ask.