
This is my third book of poems and my final words/poems on the subjects. I've probably said too much already. As I said in my poem, Slavishly Enchained Letters (page 2, A Peek Inside), Sometimes there is nothing to say...yet words tumble out anyway. Loose lips, the curse of the...

This is my third book of poems and my final words/poems on the subjects. I've probably said too much already. As I said in my poem, Slavishly Enchained Letters (page 2, A Peek Inside), Sometimes there is nothing to say...yet words tumble out anyway. Loose lips, the curse of the...