L. V., I Found This Poem Running Down The Butter Knife like Blueberry Jam

L. V., i found this poem worshipping at your feet

L. V., i found this poem tracing random patterns on the seashore with a paper-cut finger

L. V., i found this poem on the ground, sobbing

L. V., meet me at the epilogue

I just wanted to let you know that I am so so in love with your blog. The artwork you pick, the words you use, it's all so very beautiful and profound. You have such a way with words 🤍

Ohh, thank you <3 This means a lot, especially coming from such a lovely writer as yourself. Did a quick scroll through your blog, but will be going through your writing once I have my cup of tea.

L. V., i found this poem left forgotten by a tourist who was in a hurry to get out of our hometown

thanks for the poem you wrote me 🥰

Thanks for sharing your story with me <3

L. V., i found this poem grieving in aisle 3

You talked about your old poem titled Literary Vein. Can you direct me to the post? I can't find it anywhere on your page. Thank you!!

I don't think I've posted it before. Maybe snippets of it. But here it is:

Literary Vein

I reread my favourite book today. The plot was the same. The characters, unchanged.

They’re the same age, wearing the same clothes I’d left them in years ago.

The words were unaltered; the pages still smell like Sundays alone at home.

The only thing that changed was the emotions. When I reached the climax,

I did not feel the same rushing excitement I once felt, finding out who the murderer was.

On the contrary you still make me feel

like I could tell you anything even after all these years.

Perhaps in that sense, one could say you are my favourite book.

How much is your book?

All writing collections are free.