Have Words Will Travel

Well hey, I seemed to get a bug up my…uh…I mean I got all motivated after that last post and not only sent out three new submissions yesterday, but also wrote a new poem today. Go me! The only thing is, it’s been two months since I’ve even attempted to write a poem, and I swear I could hear the creaking and moaning of the gears in my brain as they attempted to rev up again. Must keep that machinery oiled, even if I’m just jotting a line here or there. Better to just keep writing a poem a week like I did during school. Keeps the mental bits lubed up, even if it’s not all usable. It is so unbelievably easy to fall out of the habit of producing work regularly, especially when there are no deadlines. I’ve gone a whole year without writing a word of poetry before, and that’s not a place to which I’d like to return. Especially knowing how amazing it feels when I get into a groove. That groove is worth working for!

Special thanks to my homegirl Tanya for inspiring me with her dead bird poem. Maybe not the most transcendent of poetic subjects, but take inspiration where you can find it, I always say. Anyway, dead birds are so much more interesting than, say, love. Or sunsets.