I'm not that kind of poet, and other things...

An unfiltered, breathless journey through lifelong grief, passionate love, and survival.

What happens when you spend decades moving too fast to weep?

In I’m not that kind of poet, and other things..., Albert Van Kleeck delivers a visceral, nakedly honest collection of poems and personal narratives that refuse to turn away from the dark. Written from the quiet space of prolonged isolation, this collection traces the collapse of a twenty‑year partnership, the ghosts of lost loved ones, and the scars left behind by emotional trauma.

Van Kleeck strips away traditional boundaries of verse, letting words move between the intoxicating passion of early romance and the brutal, hollow realities of heartbreak.

Content Note: This volume contains reflections on trauma, grief, emotional abuse, and explicit imagery. It is intended for readers seeking authentic, transformative, deeply human literature.

Author’s Note: These pieces are drawn from memory, imagination, and the emotional landscapes that shaped my life. Some moments are recalled with clarity, others through the softened lens of time, and some expressed poetically rather than literally. Any resemblance to real individuals beyond my immediate family is coincidental; this book is an artistic rendering of my own experience.