Kindle-publishing seems like a "dignified" enough depository for the poetic trash that I left in the wake of my meditative pursuits. From 2006 to present, I've spent (wasted) a lot of time in zazen. Almost invariably, when done sitting, I'd feel like writing. It would be usually poetry.
When I think about everything I've written poetry seems most personally important which is why I never tried to publish it through official channels. And probably never will. But Kindle publishing seems somehow just right. Not sure why. There is an illusion of privacy on the front-end: you package a file and put it out there, without having to submit to publisher's guidelines and tastes of random minds. Makes sense: poetry, in my experience, is always a rebellion of sorts. Rebellion against rationality, against pragmatism, against time.
And, in my case, poetry has been also a kind of mental cleansing, a post-zazen cognitive shower in which I'd use words as wash-clothes to shed the dirt of the fleeting existential significance.
At any rate, here's my yard sale of words that I put up on Kindle (it's available for free borrowing since it's on promotion)(3 collections, approximately 500 or so poems, freely written, freely offered):