I hitched a ride on the poetry train somewhere in middle school, and I’ve been reading and writing it ever since.
I got heavy into The Beats for a bit, and some of it shows in here – mostly in the erratic form and probably written out on the grass or in the cosmos.
It’s my favorite form to write in; poetry.
But – poetry embarasses me. I can’t read a ton of it because it makes me think too much and it makes me think someone wants me to think too much – so imagine how weird I get when I read my own poetry?
Either way, somewhere in college, I started to like the taste of being published for my work – which is scattered throughout numerous rags, collections, and a couple of issues of “The Long River Review”, The University of Connecticut’s literary publication – which I still hold dear to me as bigger accomplishments than my Degree in English.. My minor in Creative Writing.. On and on…
In 2008, I had been out of school for a couple of years, but still writing – and still very much into the taste of being published. SO, I published a book of my own poetry. I ordered a copy. It sits on my bookshelf. Maybe I’ll read it some day.
That said – this morning, Amazon alerted me that the price of my totem was going up! What price? Why Amazon? Why $44.10?
Well, the long and short of it is – the company I published the book through took it and put it on Amazon and I don’t get a single cent for it.
So. Here it is, if you want it – for free:
It’s a great collection of work, dedicated to a person I used to know – in a past life – and I’m still proud of what it is – after all, it’s not just a bunch of love poems – and even if it was, you can scratch her name off and make them about you – or share them with someone you love that doesn’t me well enough to know any of that.
Maybe I’ll get you laid? Who knows.
Thanks either way.