It takes long enough for a poet to find his true voice, and I guess I'm no exception. I feel like, after writing for most of my life, I'm almost there.
But (thanks to a prompt posted at We Write Poems) this week I took a step outside myself & written a masque/persona poem. I'm pretty happy with the outcome, all things considered.
I hope you'll stop by to read "Truth, Hard As Nails" at Scrambled, Not Fried. And by all means, feel free to comment, either here or there.