Guess what, I’ma poet.

I have to wonder if anyone has any idea how much poetry I have written in the past few years.

My poetry is this weird external organ of my body, like an ear, but weirder. For how important it is to me, I really should back it up more often on my special flash drive. That being said, it terrifies me to share it with people I know, especially by reading it to them. And most especially if it is about them.

Poetry is weird, you know? At least, that’s the reputation it has. I realized when I was younger that everyone I adored would be much more receptive to my art if I made songs, instead. And hey, I play the guitar, so it should be easy, right? Except I’m bad at it. Writing comes naturally, but music is a task.

In short terms, I think my poetry is better than my music, so I never got around to that nomadic-folksinging career I always dreamed of.

So since poetry is weird, I have shown very little of it to anyone. The majority of it that was shared was shown to an online audience on (It’s a safe haven. <3) I have only tried once to have poetry published, and the cost of submitting poems for consideration has deterred me from trying again.

I have vaguely considered this before, but now I am starting to feel a new urgency for the matter: I need to put my work “out there”, even send it to some magazines and other types of publishers. The only problem here is that I know my poetry means a lot more to me than it would to most because I write all of it for myself! How on Earth can I publish anything for an intended audience of myself? All I can say it that it’s going to have to be some pretty special and well thought-out piece for that to work…




Heighth is not a word,

but Anthony Burgess uses it in A Clockwork Orange so i’m going to keep using it when i want to speak in a lofty tone. yaknow, things like

“We were dressed in the heighth of fashion, which in those days was these very wide trousers and a very loose black shiny leather like jerkin over an open-necked shirt with a like scarf tucked in. At this time too it was the heighth of fashion to use the old britva on the gulliver, so that most of the gulliver was like bald and there was hair only on the sides.”

i would like to point out that i lovingly typed that myself instead of trying to find a source from which i could copy/paste. wiink.

-caprice cake