Gardening and writing poetry depend on the wild permissiveness of the inner life.
That line from Stanley Kunitz’ book The Wild Braid seems to summarize best what this Web site is dedicated to, a particular voice, a particular way of seeing the world I am trying to share.
That voice, these blog entries developed originally when I began writing letters to a person I know. When I first began to describe to her how I thought and felt about things, I realized letters were the best way to do that.
The the lens of metaphor through which I see the world translates best when it is written down.Those letters continued for years, and the voice of this blog developed.
Finding my voice as a poet has been a long journey. It happens more instantly for others. When I first began writing poetry 20 years ago, I was not encouraged but I kept writing.
Adrienne Rich was once asked, “What is a writer?” She replied quickly, “Two things. One, someone who loves to write. Two, someone who does it.” And so, I continue to do it and begin to share a little of that process here.