POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I find it funny that my shrink refers to a specific work-related event of last year as “the trauma”. I mean, considering my childhood, my mother’s recent death and other serious, personal challenges of the past 2 years, it seems an odd thing to focus on as a trigger. But then yesterday: here we go…
Funny how, once a character is on the page, the author loses control. Sometimes I stumble on my own writing – an old poem, or a bit of a journal entry – and it is completely foreign to me.