From the Editor’s Desk:
Friends,
Today is a bittersweet day. Bitter, like me, because this is the end. Sweet, like good children in the 1950s, because although it is the end, it has been a pleasant journey. Some roads are longer than others, and this particular road was exactly nine editions long.
Does this sound ominous so far? Want some straight talk? OK: This is the last edition of Wh@t is Love. Why? For three reasons:
1) Not many people send me poems anymore.
2) At this moment in my life, I’m a bit too busy. I barely have time to fill my lungs with air on a regular basis.
3) Everything has an end. Even tortoises and dreams can’t live forever.
But don’t be sad: this isn’t the end of bad poetry, only of this particular forum for it. There are other ways. There are always other ways. So keep writing. Somebody loves you.
Thanks to all y’all, and goodnight.
xo Mathias
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