Once upon a time, my Instagram account was littered with poetry. I’m sure I’ve talked about this hobby of mine. I write poetry in various mediums. And though it’s been a while since I’ve posted any, I still write them on my journal. I have posted book-inspired poetry several times on here before as well, but inspiration hasn’t struck me lately.
It was during those days when Bruce of @silentnoisepub followed me on Instagram. Almost instantly, he’d asked me if I would be interested in being a part of a project. I was surprised, and intimidated all at once. Because I am aware that my poems have always been elementary by my standards. To be honest, I’ve written stories and poetry in the past, but to dare call myself a poet or a writer is an audacity. Being a published writer is nerve wracking for me. A dream, sure. But a scary thing, nevertheless.
When he gave me the details of the project, I must admit that I didn’t know what to do with myself. The elation of being recognized as a poet soon waned, quickly replaced by jitters. I told him I am a Canadian at once. You see, I was hoping that if he knew I was not American, he’d give me an out. But, to no avail. My being Canadian was a non-issue. In case you’re wondering what my citizenship has to do with the price of tea in China, see title.
We were asked to hand in never-before-seen poems, of course. So it wasn’t like I just consulted my journal and pick one, or two. Let me tell you, it wasn’t all that easy. In fact, it took me months before I submitted my paltry selections. I wrote four specifically for this anthology. I wrote about domestic abuse, the dying Earth, the men and women we elected in office, and homelessness. They were, in my opinion, not only relevant to the American people but a reflection of global crises that face the generations of children we will leave in this world.
the promise | the giving earth | armed | he roams
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