Whether filled with love, desire, anger, hate, or all five at the same time, the poems of Jai Truesdale bring us the sincere passion that comes after we've accepted the vanity of romance. Using the symbols of lust, sex, and the substitutes that pass for such, these poems slam into us with the futility of human interaction, and the despair that comes when we recognize it.
You can write to Jai at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Jai's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
the taste you left to form
i got five
the way it just goes