The Novel

by Richard Jones

After reading this, I am trembling and shaking. If my computer were not made of plastic and unyielding, I would clasp it to my breast in wonder at the beauty of this story, the magical weaving of these words. It has taken my breath.

What a beautiful poem.

My heart is open. Like the old man watching his daughter, I re-read your poem and bite my knuckle.


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