Gained

What follows may undermine the pain of loss, of panghihinayang I suffered after seeing termites devour the spines and edges of my treasured books.

I say treasured, but in truth I didn't treat them as such. Those books were gone even before the pests reached them because (it hurts to say this) I abandoned poetry.


Two days later, when I accepted that some things are filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, this happened:


Knowing very well that trolls, bots, and fake identities are everywhere online, I double-checked if it was indeed Alice Fulton. My research showed it was her. So I followed, and in the same day:


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Dammit I misspelled Louise. Apologies.

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Beneath the covers: Notes on 'A comedy of tenors'

Staging the skies

Dance is now

Notes on Rep’s ‘Beauty and the Beast’

Disjointed

To rebel, to never rush

Notes on ‘Blackbird’

Old Lover

Image is everything

Road to Justice