I follow

where she leads

me

along

my lonely

road,

sometimes

laughing,

sometimes

weeping

and

everything

in between.

The primary distinction of the artist [and poet] is that he [she] must actively cultivate that state which most men necessarily must avoid: the state of being alone,  James Baldwin (1924-1987)

I try to be gentle with The Muse, but she is not always gentle with me, often-times dragging me through troubled water. Then I hold my breath so I don't drown. And a new poem gestates inside of me, waiting to be birthed as I break the surface and inflate my starved and aching lungs with air.

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