Poetry is my first love, and as such, I'm always going to favour it. I've never liked how hard people are on emotional, image-driven poetry; it's always felt elitist at best, and misogynistic/queerphobic/kyriarchical at worst. Certainly it takes a shocking lack of compassion to entirely disregard the weight of poetry that focuses on healing from … Continue reading REVIEW: Drowned in Milk Tea by Anne Chivon →