Most recently the poem "Shave and a haircut" by Eleanor Jackson has affected me in a way I am still processing. It comes into my head and gosh; the shivers I get from her voice! That poem has claws that have cut and dug into me and a tongue that licks the wounds. It is a desert of truth that I've never been to but it gives me a glowing trail that I can follow into a place with a better view.
Thank you so, so much for sharing this poem with me and for your beautifully-written elaboration on how it affected you. I’ve just watched Eleanor Jackson reading it and it was sublime! I’m posting a link to the poem for others to experience it. I’m so excited you introduced me to her!