Poems, pieces. They can be either too pretentiously elaborate, or a little feeble in substance, right? Either they take too long to pull your mind through them, or you skip over them without being caught, hard-hit? This. This, though: It is a summoning. A summoning, a rousing of feeling, and reflections upon such feeling. An unapologetic collection of pieces full of all that which we can be hesitant to feel, and express. Reading ‘Raw’ is an opportunity to be lifted, even a little. I have decided I will try to harness my apologies. My apologies for ever hoping that another person could be moved by my writing. Just, see what you think, yourself. Alexandra Shaw Any curiosities can be satisfied further on Instagram: @a.e.shaw and on Twitter: @_a_e_shaw