The written word is a splendid thing. It sits upon a page, decorating the paper in permanent ink, or it graces the screen, released from the confines of the keyboard, strung into prose by the creative, inquisitive, thoughtful mind. I have long wished to write, professionally, personally, for payment or for pleasure. Writing is that…
I am a writer. There, I said it. “A writer?” you say… By what definition? At the simplest level I am a writer, because I sit down and write. I am writing a novel (21,000 words in and 80,000 to go…), I write poetry; at last count over 280 poems featured on my instagram account…
Over the last year or so, I have begun to read and write more and more poetry. From classic poems hundreds of years old, to modern day contemporary poetry; that speaks in language familiar and often raw, about every facet of life. From the social fabric of our communities, to the difficulties and stresses we…