I wish I was better at poetry.
If I believe the critiques I get, I quit writing before things get good. That’s not my feeling at all. I don’t want things to drag on; I don’t want to put words in just to put words in. I’m writing moments more than histories.
I cut my teeth on Emily Dickinson, who didn’t even end her poems except with a dash. But that’s not fashionable anymore; poems wander for pages now, and I don’t know how to do that.
I wonder how I can learn to write modern poetry without shelling out a lot of money for a master class or, worse, having to take a real college course.
Poetry, ironically, is what I thought myself the best at, and it’s now what I write the least.
Words Like Me 