Poem for Renee Good –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed, You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026
In defence of the humanity of the listener in the Era of Monologue 🔊➡️🔊👂and a reminder to myself to pipe down and listen, for pity’s sake 2 February 202624 February 2026