Licking Wounds: A Collection of Poetic Dirt

By TL Banks

In this chapbook-style compilation, the poet, TL Banks, Author of Pixie's Last Summer, The Minx, It's Never Over and The Lascivious Musings covers autobiographical topics from lust, love, regret, relationships, and surviving suicide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pixie Prince
• Release date: Nov 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201288822

TL Banks

Hello, Poetry lovers and Pixie Prince fans, Hopefully, you will find here all of the information that you need about me, the Author, TL Banks, and my work.  I like to think of myself as what would happen if girls could have babies with girls- My parents would be Dorothy Parker and Nikki Giovanni, for sure.  Just so that you are aware, without having asked permission or being legally affiliated in any way, purchasing any of my books also supports women's shelters in the Midwest and Southern Nevada that house displaced women and children that have been affected by domestic violence or sexual assault. Spending your reading dollars with me not only provides you with a little piece of my art but also helps others in need.  Reading and sharing are fundamental tasks to creating a more artistic environment for all!  I am a mother of one, essay and scholarship winner for poetry, a self-publisher, a blogger, an opinion columnist, and a halfway decent karaoke singer if there is whiskey involved! Thank you for supporting me! For more "Me" visit Desperatelydespicabledrivel.com

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Licking Wounds: A Collection of Poetic Dirt

TL Banks

Published by Pixie Prince, 2021.

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

LICKING WOUNDS: A COLLECTION OF POETIC DIRT

First edition. November 5, 2021.

Copyright © 2021 TL Banks.

ISBN: 979-8201288822

Written by TL Banks.

Also by TL Banks

Sequoia Fire

Pixie's Last Summer

It's Never Over: Poems and Lies

Licking Wounds: A Collection of Poetic Dirt

Feeling Zaffre

Lascivious Musings: The Confessions of Pixie Prince

730: Can't Call Me Crazy In Court Without It

Much Like Everything Else, It Doesn't Matter

Savage Lamentations

Watch for more at TL Banks’s site.

To the Risk Takers

-TL Banks

Licking Wounds

A Collection of Poetic Dirt

TL Banks

Author

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Licking Wounds

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Dedication Page

Salud to the risk takers. Salud to the artists and poets. Salud to the lovers and leavers and dreamers. Salud to the ones who love us enough to understand our affairs with adventure, passion and the pen...

Acknowledgement

Thanks to my family, friends, sorors and co-workers who were forced to listen to me read while I wrote or who were interrupted while I tried to quickly jot down a piece of my brain on a napkin during dinner. You are all appreciated.

In Case You Didn't Know...

I don’t call myself  a poet because I think it’s cute.

It doesn’t ring in my mind like Earl or Countess.

It’s not a way to flaunt or impress anybody.

You name me one person impressed by poetry that is not a poet and I will name you somebody who died in the 1500’s.

I call myself that, not for you but for me.

It is really a hard thing to say about yourself. Its like saying, Hi, I’m the frail. Or hello, nice to meet you, I’m the witness to the madness.

No one cares really but when you say, I’m a poet they say, really, who isn’t?

Or they say, that’s cool but it don’t make no money.

Or they say, so basically you are a stuck up literary jerk.

No, I say it as a way to accept who I am.

To remind myself. I’m not a socialist, I’m not a feminist, I’m not a pragmatist or Catholic or fashion designer or an attorney or anything that raises eyebrows.

All that I do is absorb the whole entire world as I find it and regurgitate the pieces that touch me.

Pieces that I think touch everyone.

I remind myself that I am just a vessel by bravely, maybe, vainly calling myself a poet.

It’s shameful and humbling.

It keeps me from ever taking myself