City of Legends

If you’re one of my readers who likes my blatantly romantic poetry, I appreciate you.  My legacy will be largely tied up in that and there are a few good pieces according to many readers and editors.

If you’re one of those readers who, instead, is more focused on my more erotic works, again I embrace you and thank you for the readership.  There’s some tasty works in there, particularly under inspiration (although the really, really heavy stuff will probably have to wait for release after my death).

If you like the political, the spiritual and/or metaphysical works?  Great.  There are some pieces in that category I am quite fond of.

But, if you have noticed that over the decades, in this dance of decades, I have done little in the way of truly dark, depressed, open a vein and count the drops of blackening ichor type of poetry?  Strap in.  I am going to take a stroll, a lingering, hyper-aware meander, through the darkest nooks and crannies and crevices of my soul and my experience.

Or, from a Biblical standpoint, a stroll through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.  Sometimes the only way to find your way out is to go deeper.  Let’s see if all this wonderful creative catharsis machinery I have built into my soul can really take a pounding without going off the tracks and self-immolating.

These are exciting times.