Kiss My Sass - The Poet I’ve decided to take a bit of poetic license (pun intended) with this review. The Poet sits alone in his room. The scent of his plummy lightly sweetened pipe tobacco floats through the air. The smell is deep and contemplative yet touched with a hint of caramel. He wonders whether his muse will be with him today. As he reaches for his black tea, the steam rises up and joins the tobacco swirling and turning in an intimate dance. He gazes at her portrait hanging on the wall. He remembers that lovely Spring day they spent together picking blackberries growing wild. He remembers laying side by side on that blanket bathed in the warm sun; her skin glistening like cream against the soft ground. As he turns back to reality, his writing desk calls to him with it’s richly resinous woody voice. It is a complex voice that is tinged with his wishes and dreams. Full of wonder and spice. And yet – he’s...