Beau Taplin The Awful Truth Exclusive Jun 2026

The “awful truth” manifests in several recurring themes across his work:

This is the poem’s central image. Letters—physical, tactile artifacts—are not practical sources of information. One does not read old letters for news or logistics. Taplin selects “letters” because they are relics of intimacy. The act of reading them is a private, archaeological dig into a dead language of affection. Crucially, the verb is present habitual: “I still read.” This implies a compulsive, almost addictive cycle. The speaker is not remembering fondly; they are administering a controlled dose of the past. The letters are a known quantity; they contain no surprises, only predictable echoes of a self that no longer exists. This is not curiosity. It is a ritual of self-harm. beau taplin the awful truth

The Awful Truth