The thing I loved the most about discovering Charles Bukowski’s poems was the way the words would stretch down the page on their way towards their journey and carrying, always, their purpose – but he was just a guy, a writer, documenting his day, his life, his ways…
And I took it. And held it to heart. I copied it. Made it my art. Added in my rhymes, at …
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