Who captures what it is like (for me, at least, when I find ‘my’ poetry: “That night I read it and re-read it. It made me breathless, like a punch in the diaphragm, like falling in love. It made me cry and I wanted to shout for joy.”
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Kate Wise
And John Foggin’s: johnfogginpoetry.com/2016/11/27/w...
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