Epistolary Piece

Yesterday I started looking for a form I haven’t used before, and began writing an epistolary piece. I have a vision in endgame for this piece, but I’m honestly not sure where it’s going right now. Specifically, I’m not sure how big this piece is gonna be. I end up being a lot bigger than I anticipated in the beginning. And I’m thinking it might actually be worthwhile to make it a larger piece not like Samuel Richardson’s books, but something fine-tunes reverse anchoring motion in reality, and forging beauty in tears.

Thoughts About Creating A New Poetic Form

I’ve also given some thought of creating a new form as well. I’m honestly not sure where that will take me yet. I can’t even see the possibility of starting out there until I’m done with the epistolary pieces. I have to work on one thing at a time. I believe Terrance Hayes was the last poet to introduce a new form into poetry.

Manic Depression

I have wrestled with the despairing tentacles of bipolar disorder my entire life. Manic Depression has made me burn and it’s turned me inside-out with shame and defeat. What is normal? I haven’t the slightest idea how that might look, or taste, or feel or sound. I know the desperation and sometimes exhilaration I feel hoping for normalcy, go toe-to-toe, outmatched and certain to lose every time.

It’s…..endlessly

exhausting. Oh reader, how I wish you knew, but didn’t at the same time. My ex-wife told my psychiatrist once that I was probably a genius, before maligning me which was quite odd. Intelligence? Yes, but I pay a steep price for that attribute.

Much more to reveal about previous relationship. More facts will be revealed.