hirsch-oar

May 16, 2026

I dove in and decided that I would rather fail at poetry than succeed at anything else. Looking back at it now, I feel that it all had an air of desperation — as if I were drowning and saw an oar going by and grabbed on for dear life.

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“The daily exercise of suffering gives one the gaze of an abandoned dog and the color of a ghost.”

Amparo Dávila

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