Poetry, prose, fate, junk, and how reading is like smoking
When a new acquaintance inquires about what kinds of things I like to write, I tend to hem and haw sheepishly about being a poet, which embarrasses us both. The new acquaintance is hoping to hear about mystery novels, and I am hoping to talk about anything other than poems. Yet despite my itchiness about publicly admitting that I'm a poet, I rarely even mention the fact that I write nearly as much prose as I do poetry. The word poetry at least connotes sensitive feelings, which most chatty…See More
