I don’t often write love poems, so I am especially thrilled to have this one in Foxglove Journal. A huge thank you to editor Elizabeth Gibson! The poem is called, “Honest Hands”
I am a writer, going blind in Los Angeles. This blog is my story of a slow approach to darkness as I traverse through the rubble of urban life. It is what I see in the withering spaces of my remaining vision. It is humor and despair and darkness and light. It is what I witness as the world slowly disappears.
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