The
gloves
are off.

Poetry. Prose. No apology.

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Best make all your peace
For there'll be nowhere to go
When the legend of winter
Blows in with the snow

— Succedent

01

Poetry

Structured. Earned. Nothing wasted.

02

Prose

Bread. Eagles. The fog over the river. Whatever's pressing.

03

Haiku

Small forms. Large weight.

"There is too much to say and not enough time,
and my thoughts are a mountain
that my writing can't climb."
— Succedent

The gloves
are off.

Marine. Writer. The rest is in the work.

"This work is for me, but in hopes of reaching you. I hate because I've loved. I'm angry because I've felt joy. I write because I've lived."

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