Ashes of Poems

I was all wrong.

I love my poems.

I feel giddy with glee now. You may remember just a short while ago how I disparagingly remarked how I hated my poems. And I did.

Until I read them in manuscript sequence, which I finished doing tonight.

Gleam! Star-wipe! Curtain swoosh! They open like a series of nested doors into each other.

I’m so excited about this project now.

It needs tweaking, you know, but overall, I’m very, very pleased. I feel even like a poet in some ways.