I have just released a weird zine / micro-chapbook of new poems called ‘Junk’, inspired by a spam email I received. I was drawn to the peculiar poetry of the probable-bot, who was trying to seduce me with clunky mysterious lines like: ‘I stroked him his chest, abdomen, sponges.’
So I used only lines, phrases and words from this spam email to create 5 poems. I hope you enjoy it!
Rae White 