Singleness

A sweet, thirteen year old girl waits quietly in her parents’ living room, eyes closed, nervously toying with the lace on her new dress, imaging what in the world her parents are up to.

I would like to take a moment and, on behalf of Warrior Poets everywhere, apologize for the fact that there are impostor Warrior Poets. Actually, there are a whole bunch of them, far too many. And frankly, we true warrior-poets-in-the-making have a very low regard for them.