May 25, 2022May 25, 2022 Tetman CallisTetman Callis 0 Comments 5:20 am Categories: Lit & Crit “I am the thing I forgot to do.” – Elizabeth Wurtzel, “I Believe in Love” Post navigation Previous Previous post: Next Next post: Leave a ReplyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name Email Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Tetman CallisTetman Callis 0 Comments 6:39 am “All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially. Veil after veil may ... Read FullRead Full
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Tetman CallisTetman Callis 0 Comments 5:58 am “The poetry that ends up mattering speaks to things we half-know but are inarticulate about. It gives us language and ... Read FullRead Full