I’ll start again by telling you that this is a body. A body that bears the weight of its makers. A body that’s trying to tell a story, without making it pretty, but this is perhaps where poetry fails me, because we want the beauty in language.
With the country in turmoil over the violence of racial divides and extremist ideologies, what’s a poet to do? Over at Lit Hub, Adriana E. Ramírez shares her thoughts on balancing the poet’s desire to represent horrible truth and struggling with the failures in writing.
