Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Why

Why do I write poetry? 

to see my life like a 

story instead of a daily 

unfurling. Themes, mysteries, 

questions. A place for 

clues to appear in the spaces 

between thought and word. 


Sometimes it’s just the 

hard lumps of words; irritable

and determined to be seen.

Still, the holiness of 

between is one place 

where I hear the universe 

sing out. 

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