Morgasm

I've got notebooks full of poetry, essays, stream-of-consciousness journaling and other randomness, and all it does is sit on a shelf or in a drawer or in a closet, doing nothing and serving no one. So I decided that maybe I should give it some life and let others contemplate it for once.

I've never written for anyone but myself. More and more, that seems to be... an incomplete exchange, I suppose. If you've got something to tell the world, why choke it off between the covers of a notebook?

I think my biggest challenge will be trying to make my writing less esoteric and more accessible to others who don't know me. So if it doesn't make sense... don't worry, you're probably not alone in thinking that, haha.

Notice: Feel free to make negative (constructive) comments. Criticism will only help me improve. Poets are big babies, but I can handle it...