Chris: a note to say, the silence after each of these is inaudible for a
reason and should mean nothing save perhaps that readers are taken aback
(I suspect, since regularly I am). I always find your poems brutally
delicate and grand, even where through the vocabulary of self-rubbishing
they seem to want to pack themselves into shrunken corners and are a
chorus of gritted teeth. Through which themes try to french kiss. Thank
you for them, they work and scare. Please do post more, if you have more.
A Reader
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