
it starts with a sadness, a loneliness. sometimes i don’t believe the light will ever come again, he says. it starts with a static spirit, an ache for something beyond this . all those nights gazing into the sky watching other forms of life pass by, he says. it starts with a call to arms. go break the ice, he implores, baptise me in the stream. amen brother. oh it’s a joyous thing to hear railing against ugly with beauty, fighting poverty (in every sense of the word) with poetry. i will wear my heart [...]