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.
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.
When my best friend, Alina, showed me her poem, I knew that I wanted to write them too. From that moment poetry continues to live with me.
When I was 13, I wrote poems about loneliness, and shared them with my Dad… He made me throw them in the fireplace. The reader need not be concerned – as traumatic events went, this was a below average Sunday.