I sometimes forget that I write poetry. Once upon a time, a poet I knew through mutual friends and whose work I admired, called me a fraud at a party. He was a total dick.

Since having many negative experiences with poets, I have a grudge. One day, Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins changed that a little bit. Please find a few pieces I submitted to RESSURECTION mag.

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