At its heart, a poem is a moment.
Sometimes crystal, sometimes rock salt, sometimes a speck of dust that falls in the eye.
This is a deeply personal collection of moments. Each moment comes alive through her words, and for that fleeting second, one lives the moment with the poet.
Each piece is short. And complete.
As anyone who writes knows, that is a mean feat (aka Flex).
Here's to poets who know this craft, and bring it alive for the rest of us.
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