Miggy Angel’s Boy, Bestiary

Makes most poets seem timid and anaemic. Miggy Angel really does not give a fuck about what’s fashionable or critically respected or popular. He’s fiercely himself in every line he writes – James Knight from Boy, Bestiary Beat me into heaven on a black and blue trainof pummelling rain and dopamine. I am deserving. I … Continue reading Miggy Angel’s Boy, Bestiary