I once said that ‘poetry wasn’t much my thing’, but in truth, poetry was in my story before my stories were.
Before I was an award-winning artist and author, with so many nominations to count, I was just a girl scribbling in notebooks whatever popped into her head. I never thought much of my poetry was ‘any good’, but I thought the same thing of my stories before taking the plunge in the middle of the night.
Last year, I put an older poem of mine in Southern Fried Anthology instead of a story to see the response leave to horror author L. Bachman being also a poet. The response was good and so, having dug into my old notebooks and realizing on the margins of notebooks full of my ideas and small scribbles that usually end up developed into full stories I was doing poetry again.
I wanted to polish these and put out a collection of them. Some are feel good and some not so much. I did say in an interview last year I would be spending this year to focus on my writing and producing some works, as much as I could get published out, and so that is what I’m doing. I’m working on creating content for consumption by the masses. I hope others will enjoy, but at the end of the day, I enjoy it. It’s therapeutic in a different way for me than my novellas or novels.
Poetry was and I’m finding has always been a way for me to work out very painful things from my life, whether it’s the sibling abuse I endured as a child or everyday struggles with…well anything.