Isn't that all writing? — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018
Sorry Amber, it really didn't, I was being a wise ass. Although I had a serious crush on Plath when I was 19, and naively misunderstood her and Sexton and the others in that group, I agree with you completely. — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018
This thread makes me so sad. — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018
This thread makes me so sad. — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018
TODAY on @silencepodcast … Walk with us into the infinite world of poetry and silence. “Poets all see silence as sacred ground, because it’s from the silence the poems come.” @johnsoxo https://t.co/dNH8xaPQFC | https://t.co/OgwlOw50sL pic.twitter.com/ILRQRsdofL — Encountering Silence (@silencepodcast) April 18, 2018
Isn't there some saying about counting chickens…. — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018
I'm really not as despondent and morose as that makes me sound. It's not like I spend all my time wallowing in this. I certainly don't lose any sleep over it. It's more like unconscious background noise; especially noticeable when a rejection comes in. — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018
My aging parents, my grown children, the new aches in my body, all seem to be whispering that there is a hurry and that I won't always be there for the poems. The temptation to not rush, even considering I'm just entering this phase of life, can be hard ignore. — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) […]
I don't know. I Started writing again at 55 (after stopping in my twenties) and only having a handful of publications and becoming more aware of mortality, I feel a certain sense of urgency that I find difficult to ignore. — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018
And again with the capitalization… — Lee Potts ? (@LeePottsPoet) April 18, 2018