I write poetry as I understand it and it serves as the exhales of my heart. Every sigh, every moan, every whimper.

Raymond Carver wrote, “It’s possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things – a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman’s earring – with immense, even startling power.

And to that I say, let us see the world through the heart’s feeling.

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