I use to write poetry. A long long time ago. 35 some odd years ago. Many "mes" ago. I dimly remember those days. I was young. Invincible. The first time I got accepted to grad school (I was in three different programs before I did the Masters) was as a poet. Professors thought I had a "distinctly urban" voice. It's funny how you remember some things. I just remember I would stand at my shared bedroom (there were 4 of us in there for a while before I got moved to the living room couch) window with my pad and try to figure things out. Imitating Frank O'Hara, imagining I was Kerouac, I would write. Poems. One of them adorns the blog.
It's a little bit of a different me from many mes ago.
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