top of page

Over the years I have had opportunities to publish my poetry.  I never quite have though. As a 'part-time' poet knowing the poetry would be published changed the creative process, fuelled it with vainglory and affected the writing.  I still remember the tempestuous feeling of almost publishing my creative work.  Writer Arthur Golden describes it better than I ever could:

 

“all at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the street is empty.” 

Self-publishing via this site allows me to still be out there - not on an empty street but on a superhighway. 

 

melodrama and realism is public enough to keep me creatively motivated in sharing the work and in feeling that I have a recipient, and private enough to safely act as an echo chamber of my inner thoughts. 

On this superhighway, amongst all the chaos, who sees anyone else anyway? 

bottom of page