Here I am... if only party

Couldn't... but did. After OVER two weeks, I found enough to meditate & return to my practice of composing a poem-a-day. Still muddled, continuously abstracted, and partly gone out, I managed the impossible, having found some of me that has been lost and deeply missed...

Are You an Important Poet?

I've always felt I was, but not many others felt that way. One writes poetry knowing their voice is sincere & brilliant. I write for the self, in the moment, & if anything comes of the piece later, that is nice although not the intension.

Happy Poetry Month!

(art from The Literary Life by Peter van Straaten)

Migraineur Misfits Featured

Back in 2015, the Facebook page Migraineur Misfits featured my poem & a drawing of one of the symptoms I often suffer, which I refer to as being Cyclops-d.

Sinking into Extinction

I just read this in Sexus by Henry Miller: "Poets drop their stitches in the loom, straws for drowning men to grasp as they sink into extinction."

Make Poem

One of my poems in the St. Tammany Parish Poetry Boxes,
down by Bogue Falaya Park in Covington, Louisiana, in Spring of 2015.

Han-shan's "51" from Cold Mountain

Erosion...

I commented on a poem from a member of the Migraineur Misfits on Facebook & one of the other members liked my words so much, she put them into a poem & reposted the lot on FB. Here is what she gathered, planted on a lovely coastal scene I believe is from the west coast of Ireland:

A Migraineur Prepares

Migraineur Misfits' Page on Facebook posted one of my latest poems. Thanks, Susan.