Hank And Poetry Will Save My Life

Some days are so hectic and full of worries that remaining sane seems impossible. I was standing in a line at the post office waiting for my turn to mail a poetry submission, whilst pondering the latest call from my lawyer--selling my house has turned into the worst of nightmares--when I started reading the book by Bukowski I had with me. It is a wonder how a few words can turn into a balm for the soul. Words full of sarcasm. Bitter words. Brutally honest words. But, Hank truly gave me hope. He made me smile and even laugh.Oh yes, Hank and Poetry will save my Life!


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