Getting real sick of every topic I come up with to write about being Coronavirus related, so here’s one that has nothing to do with that whatsoever.
It is National Poetry Month!
Poetry is my first love, writing-wise. I wrote a poem in 9th grade, found I had a knack for it, and never stopped. I had my first poem accepted for publication shortly before graduating high school. But, circumstances being what they were with my serotonin levels, I dropped off writing altogether for a bit and what I did write I didn’t dare show to anyone. Then something happened when I hit 35. I was sick of keeping all my work to myself, so I sent off a poem on a whim and it got picked up by a journal I enjoy. That was just the confidence boost I needed to hit the ground running. You can check out Potatoes for that little guy and everything I have had published since.
Now, I would like to share a couple of poems with you, in honor of Poetry Month. I usually do not do this for a singular reason: a mag will not publish your work if it’s on your blog. However, I don’t really intend to find homes for these stragglers, and if I do I will just take the photo down. Why photos, you ask? Because the formatting on my blog is flippin’ weird and it just doesn’t look right.
Anyway, have some poems.
SIDENOTE: It is also Autism Awareness month. The monthly poetry reading I attend has gone virtual, and is taking place via Facebook Live. This month’s reader is poet and artist, Kristin Maggio-who also happens to be a 13-year-old with autism who was non-verbal until she learned to communicate through her art. Which I think is pretty amazing. So, if you’re quarantined and bored on Friday night at 7pm EST, you should check it out: click here!