poetry

Well…when last I wrote I was fiddling with my flash, and its printed pages of possibility still lie in a paper clipped pile beside my bed, but the truth is all that I write these days apart from Disney shows is poetry.

Poetry. My first love. My greatest fear. My longing. The form that thrills and terrifies.

On the plane to Nashville tomorrow–during an uncomfortably long layover in NOLA–I plan to see if I have a chapbook in the making.

Of course I have been off social media for so long I doubt anyone will even see this. but my website looked so forlorn I figured I should at least post something dated 2020.

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