I am not a poet; though poetry was my spleen and spine
I am a poet; poetry is still my spleen and spine
I do not populate bookshelves, or publications older than digital casings and floppy-disc sagas
I just learned writing and reading and tasted it as the fibre of my being and bone, metal, mettle and flesh and organic spirituality
I write to be. I write therefore I exist.—
My words are me. If you read them, you’ve met me. Hello.
Hello 🙂