Friday, March 18, 2011

[we begin.]

we begin with a clean slate to begin pouring out the mind's generous follies. this is my poetry, mediocre to my mind but dear to my heart. i do not claim to be the world's most influential or well-spoken writer. i write what i feel in a certain moment in time, and then i leave the piece at that. little editing takes place after the fact. but on a certain day in my life, i felt strongly enough to write these words. i will always marvel at that.

here goes, diving in. join me.