L. V., I Found This Poem Grieving In Aisle 3

L. V., writing in the dark

L. V., i found this poem drowning in your 5th glass of whiskey tonight

I love your 'in my drafts' and 'combing through my old poems' posts because as a non-writer (is that even a thing?) it's interesting to see like it's the behind the scenes of a movie. The drafts are especially intriguing. They feel raw and like I'm not supposed to be seeing it but you're letting us take a peek of your writing process. It feels like a secret.

It's a thing now, haha! Thank you for telling me this. I was very hesitant posting those because they might not be pretty enough or something along those lines. But I adore your description. I call it my "poetic autopsy" of sorts, but I like the behind-the-scenes analogy better. And that's the "feeling" I was aiming for with the drafts. To feel "raw", unedited, the emotions and thoughts allowed to run free, finally untethered—and if any of them come back to me, I'll be here to welcome them with open arms.

L. V., i found this poem in your honeysuckle heart

L. V., i found this poem as i spiralled back into old habits

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

L. V., meet me at the epilogue

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 on the headstone of a 9-year-old girl

L. V., i found this poem alone in the middle of a crowd