
The Power of my Poetic Pastime
I remember one of the first poems I ever wrote. It was crap. Granted, I was just a kid and figured the epitome of poetry culminated in One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish (no offense, Dr. Seuss). Of course, my following years consisted of more profound readings: Shakespeare, Whitman, Dickinson, Poe, Yeats, etc. Honestly, half of these authors’ writings I studied didn’t resonate with … Continue reading The Power of my Poetic Pastime