following recent pull of creative forces, i wish to volumize my poetry. sort through items from the last 10 years, make a book. or at least a cycle. then send it places and see if anybody bites. i've shown my poetry to people, here and there, and usually i've gotten no reaction. nor positive nor negative. this perplexes me.
but i love it. it speaks, of course, to my soul. one of the wonders of reading my own poetry is the occasional feeling of never having seen it before. last night, sorting through boxes in preparation for a move, i found some pieces that felt completely new and foreign to me. and i wonder, who wrote that? what is that state?
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