The Writing Lives Story Project

I was in my 40's when I started writing poetry again. I had written some in college, bad copies of poems by Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. (What did I know about contemporary poetry?) After college, I wrote next to nothing for 20 years.

For some reason, writing became important again. I don't know why. My father was still alive then; I still had two good eyes.  Even today, fifteen years after the publication of my Wick chapbook, I find it difficult to explain to anyone why I write poems, let alone why I would ask anyone to publish them. It's downright embarrassing. I should know such things.

Anyway, thanks to Alice for making sure my manuscript got a good read. Thanks to Maggie for her kindness, inspriation, and guidance. And thanks to my fellow Wickateers. (Is that the word, David?) I hope to see many of you at one of the upcoming anniversary events.

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