Starting winters warmth

Its winter and I will be stuck inside a lot. Since moving home I have written a lot. Why am I using a lot a lot? anyways I wil soon be posting some of my stuff. I dont think anyone reads this ever, but its not about that now is it.

Well this first edition will be an exercise I came up with (though im sure some poetry teacher at Brown or somewhere has many years ago)

As you read (if your reading) you will understand what the exercise in-tales.


I write short poems because
Long ones would need a theme
Or a point
I don’t use to many good ideas in one poem
What if I run out,
What will the next poem
Do?
I always start freestyle and never edit
I have more faith in my spontaneity
Then my though process
Im obsessed with nautical themes – metaphors
Boats, ocean, sailors, waves, ect. ect.
Im paranoid I cant write anything as good as my old stuff
Which never was that great.
I have no clear voice
Yes I do
Do I?
I dwell about my influences
I want everyone to read what I write
Until its in their hands
I sometimes think using the computer is cheating,
But I get terrified I wont be able to read my handwriting,
Or translate my misspellings later from my notebook
I don’t want my characters to be
Me
But dialog is usually conversations to myself
I sometimes waste my good stuff in texts
And never save them
(this poem will never be done)