Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft—2-5 percent reality, and the rest is theatrical melodrama. I was a huge fan of William Shakespeare back in the day, and I wanted to incorporate that style into my writing at the time. This is why...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—on the contrary, the fact that life goes on is not as sad as I make it seem in the second piece. This poem probably did come from a real feeling, but gosh, was I theatrical. (Authors Note) 12. He was the sea And...

Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — What? This is scandalous. (Authors Note) 11. He made her a Feral cat Oh He makes me go feral,Look at me. A kitten,A lioness,A fly,A wolf,A sheep, A lady choking on butterflies. Poetry on the...

This piece from Margins of the First Draft captures the feeling of being completely undone by someone's presence. I wonder if I ever felt something like that or if it came from watching a certain movie.... (Authors Note) 10. Belladonna in her eyes Like a maiden in...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—a piece about the courage to feel, to love without demands, and to say it out loud. P.S. Looking at this many years after its creation feels a little awkward—where has the drama in my writing gone? I used to...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft. I had an idea when I actually collected the original poems together. They were supposed to tell a whole story all together and I wonder if anyone even noticed haha. I wonder where this original plot even came...

Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — Nr 7 was written when I was 14 I believe, at such age I was so serious already and writing about love and desire as if I was an old woman already. (Authors Note) 7. a lust was born And maybe We could Share a...

This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now. (Authors Note) 6. a Prayer was chanted Here I lay In the darkness of my room Praying to all the Gods that I know That someday, Somewhere, Someway We can meet...

This piece of poetry from Margins of the First Draft is one of those poems that makes me feel as if I can’t write anymore, as if I’ve lost some childish part of myself that once had a vivid imagination. I feel like life has dulled me and my writing has become boring....

This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft—a collection of very old poems. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. Considering how young I was when I started writing, this one feels especially strange, because at that age, I knew very little...