CONFESSIONS of a CLOSET POET

Promoting My New Book of Poetry in a Very Different Way

Poets are a curious breed. Introspective, sensitive and deeply fascinated by the human condition, they don’t actually march to the beat of a different drummer. They dance, sprint and occasionally limp.

A jumble of contradictions, they do their best to look outside and inside with an equal dose of attention and sometimes “chagrin” — a mid 17th century French word that has something to do with melancholy and rough skin, though I have no clue how those two definitions have anything to do with each other.

“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.” – Robert Graves

What I DO have a clue about is that I am relating to my fourth book of poetry very differently than the previous three.

Maybe it’s my advancing age… or my astrological configurations… or the 100th monkey inside me choosing champagne over bananas. Whatever it is, I am taking a much different approach to getting this book out there in the world.

The first three of my poetry books — “Beggar for Your Love”, “Thirst Quench Thirst” and “Full Moon at Sunrise” — I released into the world like some kind of helium balloon in a forest.