I read the poetry of a friend and email back: Quick quick first read: what changed in you that brought about this? I see a depth in these that just was not in anything I’ve seen from you before! More later.
I’ve just witnessed a poet stepping to a new level of awareness; or maybe it’s the willingness to open up self to not the public but the form. The tools can be learned; but the thoughts must be there to chisel and polish with 000 steel wool. Then the beauty forms in the expression.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology