Writing a poetry book is not as enjoyable as I anticipated it to be. In honor of National Poetry Month, I thought I'd share a bit about my journey. I’ve been writing poetry for decades; verses jotted down when emotions run too high. Poetry comes to me in fits of rage, holes of depression, fleeting moments of lust, times of loss, sorrow, and self-reflection. Most of the time, inspiration comes during the night, when the darkness sparks creativity buried within. I sit on my wooden staircase...
