This will be my first post. I was convinced to do this for the sake of sharing some of the poems I’ve written, which isn’t much and probably not great. I feel like I’ve always had a secret between me and whatever I was writing, since I never publish, and that has made me dumb to whether it is any good or not. Now is a testing ground, a very laughable, third-millenium type. Only a few people will read this, I figure. Hopefully not too many.
First off, I only write sonnets. What poetry I don’t write in sonnets I later cut or expand into sonnet form. I think constricting myself like that makes what I write better, or at least more disciplined. That makes me a sonneteer, which reminds me of a mouseketeer, which is just too bad.
I hope you enjoy what I have to say–and if you don’t, tell me and why. I’m asking for helpful feedback and honest opinions.
