To the best of my knowledge over the last few years I have published 445 poems. Some are but a handful of words; others more aptly described as short vignettes rarely longer than a page.
Over that same time period there’s been somewhere in the neighborhood of 105 blog posts — snapshots reflecting where I was and what I was thinking about. On top of that approximately 181 newsletters of various kinds.
There are many more multiples of those that never got off the ground. Broken ideas that were gibberish, pointless, or some combination of the two.
Today, I wrote some shitty poem. Steamy shit.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I will have something worth polishing.
I still haven’t come fully to terms with the idea I can’t have one without the other. It still hurts on the days that yield nothing worthwhile at all. But I’m learning. I’m growing. That’s good enough, for today.