I have been mumbling to myself for years. One day it occurred to me that others might like to hear this inarticulate racket, and so I began sharing my poetry via magazines and workshop weeks.
I found the internet to be resourceful to my addiction. Unfortunately there are no “Rhymester Anonymous” meetings held near-by, and so I release the utterance of my soul.
Forgive me all who have suffered this bombardment of ranting over the last three years.
I find the more I read, the quicker I grow. Loving structured verse and classical prose.
I remain obsessed.