Reflections on a 12th century Persian poem, family and love.

"tongue in the shape of a forward slash against the world"

Diaries, love, heartbreak.

It took me a year to swallow someone else’s spit

A short duology of poetry.

There is a peculiar loneliness that springs from a lack of experience, from vicarious living through screens and dreams.

The stanzas that win, the themes that glow.

The University is failing to preserve its poetic history by way of education, and in doing so, it is failing to nourish the poets of tomorrow.

"My love was from places of Tiny People."

Words by Tiger Perkins.