I have no illusions. About my writing (or spelling for that matter). I don't picture myself a poet laureate nor Pulitzer prize winning author. I am what I am.
But my writing is important. To me at least. It allows me to express the unpredictable, unexplainable, and often hurtful parts of my life.
I certainly don't expect to receive support or feedback for what I write here or elsewhere.
So I was surprised the other day when I googled my name (which I do from time to time) and came across this blog.
The author, Michelle, was not only kind enough to mention my poem, Fake, but also to record a reading.
It gives me great pride to know that something I wrote has been released into the world. It waits to be discovered by someone half way around the country. To have meaning. To be notable.
To be shared with others
2 comments:
i just listened to your poem...twice. i love your writing, i wish i had the words to express how much it touches me.
This poem touched my heart and i can just imagine you in front of the mirror...your humility and self- effacement (hope that is the right word !) are truly inspiring.
As always, thank you Dr. Jordan, for sharing your heart with us,
tracy
You are very well written. I just found your blog today and have ready 3-4 of your posts. I loved the personal nature of your writing and the subtle details that you offer. Thanks for sharing your point of view and writing with the world.
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