There is something to be said for not sharing a poem that is just hours old.  Like all newborns, perhaps it should be sheltered from the outside world for a little while.  And there certainly is something to be said for not sharing a poem that made the poet cry before she had even finished writing it, a poem so fraught and wrought with emotion that a Wordsworthian cooling off period is advisable.  In fact, it would not surprise me to learn that all those “somethings to be said for not” such a sharing are right in line with conventional wisdom.  Well, as I like to say about writing sometimes, “Rules were made to be considered.” Continue reading “Today, and other conundrums” →