Poetry is Not my Thing

Hello and welcome!

I haven't scared you away with radio silence!

As many of you have probably come aware by now, I am a fiction author. As such, I tend to write predominately prose. This isn't to say that I haven't written poetry, because I have (Not good poetry but it technically falls under the category), but over the years, like most people do, I've learned what I like and I've clung to that.

But also like many people, I tend to succumb to a bit of nostalgia every now and again, which is exactly what happened this week. I found myself digging through files on flashdrives long forgotten and came across a folder title Creative Writing and knew I'd hit upon a memory time capsule. Now I know what you're thinking "E. you're a writer, why would a folder titled Creative Writing hold any significance at all?"

That folder and the documents inside it, though not what I had been searching for at the time, came from a four month span where I forced my brain from the linear, detail-oriented path of fiction, a grueling task that often left me growling in frustration when the right word to finish a verse just refused to manifest itself. And to make it worse, I paid for those headache inducing months. Yes, the majority of my poetry was written while taking an introductory creative writing course geared toward poetry.

Why am I mentioning this? Because when browsing through the files in that folder, I found myself taken back to a time when I myself was, maybe not entirely, but mostly a different person than I am now; a younger, more naïve and emotional person for sure, but that nineteen year old girl helped build who I am today. And so, to give you a glimpse of me, I plan on sharing pieces of her through the poetry we wrote in that four month span.

Keep an eye out for the first poem "The Emo Inside Me Weeps."