After my mom died, I thought I’d never write another poem. Enter Susan Wooldridge’s book Poemcrazy.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been writing poetry, brainstorming lines. I imagine the right-brained play is overflowing into my creative process on the job.
I cannot remember a time when there was not a passion for cadence and knowing and naming. This is the stuff of poetry.
Armed with a finance degree, I tackled poetry like an equation to be solved. Zack Saloom’s Journey into Poetry.
Get me at a cocktail party. Get me talking about writing poetry. Get me talking about what made the difference. Just a phone call.
These days, I can’t imagine my life without poetry.
I was afraid of poetry. And so, I avoided it.
I now realize that poetry isn’t a tool to impress. It’s a way to reflect the soul.