Buried Beneath It All | 2.20.21

Some of you may know my friend, the Welsh wonder, master poet, Ash Raymond James. He and I are brothers from other mothers, we knew it from the start, and we’ve been lucky enough to develop a friendship despite oceans between us. If you’re not yet following his Substack, I highly encourage you to do so, the link is above on his name. At any rate, when he issues me a writing challenge, whether I like it or not, I have to rise to the occasion. He did so recently, defying me to write a haiku using only 3 words, no more, no less. I took the challenge, but instead of just phoning it in, I wanted to try my very hardest to write one that actually meant something to me, not just the traditional “refrigerator” type joke haiku that could have happened.

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