Daddy, Hello Goodbye

Two Poems and My Creative Process During National Poetry Writing Month

A newspaper left on an easy chair in a now-abandoned house.

Yesterday, I was feeling gloomy. I got the feeling out in a poem that I may or may not keep. The important thing was to write something, even though it was like trekking through sludge up to my knees. If you’ve ever experienced mud season, you know what I mean.

The first drafts of my poems tend to be too…