it is not the words we write, their structure or cadence, not alone in any case--but the beats between, the cause of a catch in your heart and a definite but gentle pat on the soul. arrival.
Like many authors, I languish in the shadows of my own words. I try not to be too self-indulgent. I fall in love with my people aka characters. I escape into imaginary worlds to the detriment of myself.
I am married. I'm bipolar; been hospitalized a few times. 30 looms in front of me, full of promise. I read, sing, paint, worry, and hoop.
My old poetry account is iwasapostcard