“Some days I feel the ground shifting beneath me, the revelations bursting like fireworks over my head,” I wrote a few days into inviting the bogeyman of Dad’s mental illness onto my blog.
The day after I put my secret blog post together about the Children of Suicide, I got emotional backlash. I had thought I could write about other people’s trauma,
Is not a poem,
so don’t go thinking it is.
Poems are loaded
like peach trees in August
a naked man running.
Now that I have your attention…
I’ve been thinking again about why I write. With THE SUMMER OF NO REGRETS so close to release,