So I’ve realized that a lot of my poems are about people dying, or people dealing with people dying, or people getting dumped, or dealing with being dumped. It’s not that I’m in a particularly grieving or dumped state at the moment. As a matter of fact I’m happily married and all the people I care deeply about are as alive as they were yesterday, as far as I know. But dying and dumping are strong emotions, and that’s kinda stirring, so I kinda take myself back there a lot of times when I write. I just thought I’d mention that, in case anybody was worried that I was all depressed and stuff. I’m not. It’s all good. Enjoy the reading.
