Poetry Rules

I know I lost track of my poetry in the past few months. Sometimes life seems to get in the way and there is very little I can do to stop it from interfering with writing. Summer is always the best season for me to reconnect with myself and to fill my notebooks with a good amount of poems and words. John is a good creative force and so is love. No wonder this August has put me back on track. I have been writing, reading, editing and submitting with renewed vigor. And then there is this beautiful demon named love and its siblings life and art. My tricephalic Muse, for which I am truly grateful. Bernini's Cerberus  

Some days are so hectic and full of worries that remaining sane seems impossible. I was standing in a line at the post office waiting for my turn to mail a poetry submission, whilst pondering the latest call from my lawyer--selling my house has turned into the worst of nightmares--when I started reading the book by Bukowski I had with me. It is a wonder how a few words can turn into a balm for the soul. Words full of sarcasm. Bitter words. Brutally honest words. But, Hank truly gave me hope. He made me smile and even laugh.Oh yes, Hank and Poetry will save my Life!