In addition to writing about famous dead people (pick up your copy of THE BLACKENED BLUES, here!) I’ve channeled more than a little energy the last few years into deconstructing toxic masculinity. This is an appropriately short and to-the-point poem about our least favorite dudes: the ones ill-equipped (in so many ways) to feel or create pleasure. Big love to MAYDAY Magazine for publishing this one, and always remember to support your independent literary mags & journals.
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