Not all of my poems break me. And they don’t all bleed me.

Some are reality, some are artifice, most are a combination.

All are what I call “Craft”:

Using One’s unique voice to tell a story only THAT PERSON could tell in a deliberate way [that’s “all One’s own”].

All parts of craft can always Grow. Change. Improve. Morph. Enhance. Develop. Widen. Deepen. Focus. Multiply. Effervesce.

Isn’t it wonderful!

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