by steve porter
you bring me on a walk along the fine cut left by the knife, just before the skin along the edges shrinks back in horror to reveal the madness you've laid open. Nice to see your poems again, mr porter.
Dtawn into the madness as if it was inside my own head .... your voices speak to me ..
A fine reworking of the Cassandra mythology. Told in this fashion and setting, it seems far more graphic than what the Ancient Greeks might have portrayed. A very compelling piece.
one question, Steve, what is a poet with real poetry doing in a place like this? Real Stanzas, real word craft/ Cursed like Cassandra/tell the truth/lunatic and locked/ tongue, a toxic/
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