I was a print journalist for 17 years, but never wrote and submitted poetry until November 2012, at the age of 50.
Submissions and reviews are new to me and I have discovered the broad world of seriously reading the work of other poets. Their work is my measurement of technique and style that I do or do not like.
I like to think that my poetry is transparent and accessible, traits mainly achieved by writing about others rather than about my interior life.
Perhaps I am not ready to fully embrace the rigorous honesty that it takes to write about the self. For now, applying truth by empathy and observation is enough.
I of course cannot predict where this nascent trail of words will lead. But I know now that I consider poetry my work and am the richer for it. I hope that my poetry enriches the world as well.
I live in Troy, NY, a city that is part of the Capital Region. Troy is known for incredibly intact Victorian architecture. Many artists make their home here.