Every novel brings with it its own challenges. Every time I have to return to the structural closet and try on everything hanging there until I find something that fits. And I still end up standing in front of the mirror consumed by uncertainty and wondering, “Does this work?”
Meta Stasis, the darkest collection of them all, delves into my mother’s terminal illness, betrayal by peers, natural degradation, our current virus pandemic as well corruption at societal and political levels.
I’m writing towards FREEDOM. Towards imagining better worlds and promoting a freer, more just and equitable society that provides a platform for the rebels and dreamers, the marginalized and misfits who can provoke change.
My primary concern when making poems is to follow language—sound by sound and word by word—where it wants to go, the way it wants to get where its going, and how it wants to make meaning and music. This concern begins before the poem is a poem.
I talk to my characters and I walk through their worlds in my mind. I look in closets and drawers. My characters probably consider me an annoying snoop but I’m telling their story and they’d be lost to the silence if I didn’t. Writing permits me more control over the world than, say, reality.
I try to remember that poetry doesn’t really matter. If I get a book published, if I get an award – I’ll still likely be totally forgotten 20 years after I die. And that’s okay. It’s more important to write in order to appreciate the craft.