I have been writing poetry since the age of twelve and created my first chapbook at the age of fourteen. After showing a few sample poems to friends and neighbors, the chapbook was relegated to a dusty drawer to disintegrate into fodder for a rat’s nest. Some of the poems were good, many I am sure were bad, but all originated from a bludgeoned or joyful heart, mine. I am almost certain the rats found them more pleasurable than any of my human readers.
Poetry distinguished me as different, especially being I was a young man so actively involved in sports (being very good by the way). It was obvious, poetry in some obscure way, frightened many people. It wasn’t the words, though I could and can still be quite acerbic and blunt, it was the stereotype of how a male at the time was perceived and judged.
I loved baseball, I could hit a golf ball a half mile, I wrestled varsity and was generally an all around athlete, but I loved poetry just a little bit more. It flowed through me and sustained me like blood.
It has been fifty years since that first chapbook visited the light. Since then, I have bled a lot of poetic blood, much of it good, much of it bad, but I can say with certainty that every drop of it was mine.
My first book of poetry, The Wolf Pack Moon, is available in paperback on Amazon. http://amzn.to/1PjFD6P
My second book of poetry, HeartWood, will be published December 2016 by QuickTurtle Books®.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®