Although I've tried, I cannot stop the poet within me. I do not want to be a poet, but poetry has always saved me from myself. If you are a poet, you'll understand that writing poetry requires you to delve into your inner mind and clutch and pull at the thread of emotion, unraveling it little by … Continue reading A Pot of Poet’s Blood
My Mother is Alive and Well Here it is--proof that I've been hearing my mother's voice in my mind for at least a decade. This is actually the first poem I had published in 2008. My mother's voice has been a running theme ever since. My mom wasn't really impressed with this poem at the time--she … Continue reading “I Killed My Mother”