I have enough poems gathered to begin to work on my third book of poetry. I can already tell that there will be more shadows in the mix. Poems won’t just be about sunshine and gardens. I’ve got secrets to share, ugliness to reveal, fears to overcome. It doesn’t mean that the luminous joy of living has been cast away. No, it means that I am slowly becoming whole.
My Tiny Career
I simply must read this!
Oh, the book stills needs plenty of work! But thank you for the vote of confidence.