These last two months had me scouring for sample poems to provide for review. I haven’t published any poetry outside of horror, so it’d be interesting what comes of this master poet’s opinion. If he finds me talented, I should go ahead and toss up some poems, I mean, this is my thang, this is my wheelhouse!
But I must stress that my poetry, as intimate as it is, is not for profiteering purposes. That’s what sci-fi series are for. My poetry, I hope, is respected in the same way the woman who composed it is respected for her bravery. Not everyone can emote, not everyone can poet, and certainly, not many are fain to evoke authentic feelings.
For those who do, I hope you look forward to future installments. I speak in a talk-story narrative that fits better in poetry than prose. Won’t you relish these stories with me? Here’s one I developed years back, shuddering in complete fear of the monsters in my head: