on the birthdate of the steelborn

“The poet’s precise measures cut. She minced her sharp poetics to powerful consumable bites. Her poems are delicious and multi-layered white onions, bringing the right amount of flavor and inviting the readers to inhale more aromatic textures. When peeling and uncovering the layers, her poetic language burns the eyes of the reader’s mind, stirring questions and pushing out tears at times. Her hand-sowed and nurtured white onions ensured her reader a bountiful metacognitive harvest and a serving of a full intellectual gustatory experience. Her readers will never be the same again.”