I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, "I would have loved her.
We, writers & poets, have a big problem. We swim too deep inside life, also in shallow waters, and then we end touching the sand!
The pen, a double-edged mystery: cuts the writer, heals the reader.
The obscure, unexplainable aspect of the writing process is about how some rhymes appear in your head. It often feels more like tuning in to some kind of channel than composing words in your mind.
I write poems. I'm often laughed at for doing so. My friends and foes, who were born in 1980's or even later aren't savvy with this concept of the reading and writing poems. They're probably not at fa...