As a result of sorting out my piles, I have found a bunch of my old poetry. Most of it is really bad, and should stay in the drawer. I wrote a lot of poetry as a teenager, trying to find my voice, and wondering who might hear mine. Even as an eight year-old I wrote of black roses and thunderstorms and violins at midnight. Getting older didn’t mean I was any less maudlin. But I did begin to write…
I write because I can’t not write I think in sentences Sometimes, even with punctuation. My favourite is ! When I write I am the most myself When I’m not writing My brain tweaks a little bit Just enough to say Get back to it! Connections are made When there are words On a page In the world In a story Or in my brain And I write Because that’s how it works. I’m participating in And Now You Write,…
