I used to write poetry like crazy. I have a large collection I'm very proud of and I WILL have them published somehow, someday. Over the years as life settled into routine and work and normalcy my poetry well dried up and went away. I missed it, but I couldn't force it. I thought it was something I would never need or be able to do again, even though I longed for it. But the last year and few months especially makes me think something is stirring in me once again. I have come into contact with new muses and new experiences and as I'm processing, I feel words bubbling.
I feel myself begin to need this once again. I think this is the year for some new...stuff.
I can only hope it will be as good as it once was.
My poetry collection:
Love letters, submitted anonymously that really inspired me when I discovered this site last night.
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