After my son's accident in 1984 and subsequent recovery time, I found it necessary to work through my stress and trauma. I had been working on children's stories for years and started a writer's critique group at the Walpole Town Library where I was working. In 1998 I began taking writing classes with poet Kate Gleason in Keene New Hampshire. Art became my focus once I moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1999 with morning pages keeping the stream of consciousness writing flowing.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Key -- Poetry 2009
Failing - letting myself down… frequently. Past habits embedded so deep. Faint light dusts my translucent shell. Blurring and misconstruing existence; Cramped and bound I crouch… contemplating preconceived perceptions; looking for the key.