Are you ignoring my message or are we
in the middle of some strange
literary cliffhanger?
I'm pitching real readers, real reviews,
real visibility, and you're giving me
the silent treatment like I'm asking you
for your Netflix password.
Reading your work felt like stepping
into a space where memory, language,
and feeling are held with such
tenderness and clarity that they
reshape the air around them.
What struck me most is how your voice
moves between sharpness and gentleness
the way a single line can evoke
both joy and ache in the same
breath.
Poetry that lingers
deserves a wider audience.
I promised myself I would't turn
into that person who follows up...
but here I am, waving like a slightly
unhinged fan at a book signing.
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