05-09-2019, 10:11 PM
I've been writing my second real book of poetry called In the Deep Woods since last March. Last year. It took me almost ten years to make my first real one. Now I'm in a hurry. I've been told that In the Deep Woods is a cliche, I've also been told how it seems to be my exodus book: 40 years in the wilderness. And I'm not 40 yet. All I know is that I can't see past writing. So, even though I don't know anyone in real life who likes my writing, me and The Spitting Tree are glad you at least read it, billy. Also I'm, personally, glad, because it's a feat to have someone who I thought disliked me so much at least like my children, which is what my writing is. And it seems to me, a lot of my writing is me as a children. Like Jesus hoped we'd be like.