Tonight I realized that my need to write as I feel, rather than plotting out poems or stories to serve a market or to please others ….. can hurt others. So I am trying to decide what to do… yet another blog, this time with only my black poems? Shall I bother continuing on the experimental prose/poem/novel or scrap it? Well….. probably I could not bring myself to scrap it…. but I think I will keep it dark and out of sight for a very long time now. The poems…. i’m not sure what I will do here. I can only write poems that spring from how I feel at any particular moment ….. and there will be more black poems…. and the way things are going right now, probably many more.
Just don’t know what to do….