hey there, i'm a random user who found you while doing a search on the poem "the higher reaches." i'm just letting you know that the entry i read (some time in august of this year) was really excellent and well-written, despite how it spoke of the ways language falls short of true expression. that's all i wanted to say.. i'm not going to keep reading -- too busy. but your writing, from what i've seen, is lovely. keep writing.
Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.
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hey there, i'm a random user who found you while doing a search on the poem "the higher reaches." i'm just letting you know that the entry i read (some time in august of this year) was really excellent and well-written, despite how it spoke of the ways language falls short of true expression.
that's all i wanted to say.. i'm not going to keep reading -- too busy. but your writing, from what i've seen, is lovely. keep writing.
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