The poetry here ranges back to 1995 or so (Bridge at the Canal, On Canada Hill). I don't write many any more. When I was married I wrote alot as a way to reconcile myself to reality or out of reality. I wasn't happy in my marriage and tried to see it another way that could help me survive, because I loved my children so much, and I really did want to love my husband. We were burdened by alcoholism, but I worried that my unhappiness was actually due to craziness, and that I needed my craziness to make art, two myths to drink by and drive myself crazy with.
The marriage ended and released some of the very angry poems you will encounter here. My best stuff I think was near the end of the marriage. I could create a suspended palace in the air with the ideas of my poems and keep it afloat with great effort and this let me escape the mess! Like in "Sunday Study" I was in love with my creations both children and art, but ultimately would "hollow out" my art for the sake of my children.
I haven't written so much of late. "Genesis" being the very latest, followed by "Meamerican" and "Ode to a Shopping Cart" and a bunch of dog poems. I do love "meamerican" and there is a sculpture to go with it that I call "BTU SLUT".
My writing recently has been all on this website as I document Nina's Nook and my other little obsessions. I have been fortunate to create the palace of effort in a three dimensional way as it manifests in the ode to joy called Nina's Nook. Nothing angry about it at all, and finally i celebrate my madness without worries! (but, still, some welbutrin...).