L. V., I Found This Poem Stuck Between A Friend's Teeth

I finished reading The Book of Strangers and I adore both parts! I've sent you my feedback in another ask. I agree with other Anon about sending a little something as MY thanks to you for your writings. Maybe you have one of those Ko-fi accounts or something? 😊

Thanks so much! You're too kind.

I don't have one. Your feedback is more than enough :)

L. V., i found this poem in the back seat of your car

i love your work, fellow poet!

i do ask,

where do you draw your inspiration from the most?

Thank you! These days, it's mostly random everyday moments. Like when I was about to cross the road, a man looked at me from the other side and he had His eyes, so I turned around and took the long route to where I was going.

I'll be going through your poetry once I get some free time :)

But also, where do you get yours?

L. V., i found this poem bathing in neon lights

well, i'm no expert, but apart from fe, i suspect specks of fi too. as i have said, i haven't had much time to ponder on you (you, not your blogs), thus it's a tad bit difficult to say. in any case, what i say doesn't matter, i just wished to know. otherwise i can promise my curiosity will keep wandering and haunt me with every glimpse of yours.

You got it right, apart from one letter. At least, based on the last time I took it. So I don't know, maybe you're right with your speculation. But I also did have one other result prior to the most recent one that was pretty consistent throughout the years.

Here we are again: In the fetal position, curled up in poetry’s warm embrace, trying to put back together the two halves of our fractured hearts.

Along the way, we swapped a broken piece or two by accident. And so, here we are now, trying

to go about our lives with Frankenstein hearts, wondering why it hurts to breathe when we’re far apart.

L. V., i found this poem in a local paper's lost-and-found section

L. V., i found this poem stuck in traffic

L. V., things people say

L. V., you tell me it’s okay

L. V., i found this poem swimming in my glass of wine on our first date