I think she’s Jamaican, which drove me into fits of happiness. That I could find a Jamaican who writes words that touch my soul so effortlessly. Understand, my soul is not particularly hardened against Jamaicans but my love-words are not the same as everyone else’s here. I have never had someone express my heart this clearly.
Her poem “three” is poignant, poised on the sharp edge of request that will slice you open to rejection. The uncertainty in this poem is sublime.
i want to create a home with these words –after all, you can’t sneak into somebody’s heartwith spikes and a trumpet,
– three
Read more at her blog Red Lips and City Lights.
well read robin 
who are you, you mysterious, charming creature? i am officially woo’ed.
thank you thank you thank you for all of your kind words. i …will continue.
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Hi, I’m Robyn! You’re more than welcome, trust me. And thank you for continuing :)
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Wow, that is a cool poem.
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It is.
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