I’d like to say, with me and poetry, it was love at first sight, but when I started reading and writing it in middle school, it was probably just infatuation on my part. Sure, I wrote poems from my pals, and even got a few published in the 8th grade yearbook (lots of “Friend/end, cry/goodbye” going on in there), but I didn’t really understand poetry. We hadn’t yet had a meeting of the minds.
In 10th grade though, thanks in part to my English teacher (aka matchmaker), poetry and I really got it going on. After a few glances across my literature textbook, I wanted to eat, sleep, and breathe poetry. I kind of wanted to be it.~ read more ~