The prison guard contemplates the poet

‘handcuffed, shocked, disabled by cacography,
beaten by the editors who comforted/imprisoned me
softly, softly, crushing creativity’

(from an early poem by Eva Holubk)

No comment (except, perhaps, to point that Eva wrote these lines before meeting me)

More on this later.

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