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First Page (poem)

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all it took is writing one poem for me to fall in love with the craft...

a quill pen on a notebook
a quill pen on a notebook
 

My first stage, a wide-ruled page

sleeping soundly in the thread-binding

of a black composition notebook.

That first piece of looseleaf to-be didn’t mind

my gel pen’s roller-coaster loops of cursive

that could start fires only known to phoenixes.

It didn’t mind

when I scribbled out careless mistakes

with the fury of the Furies themselves,

but really, it was the Muses

whispering into my ear the whole time:

Keep writing, child, and don’t you ever stop.


Twenty-two years later,

and I’ve continued to heed Kalliope’s call.

My poems now slumber

in notebooks probably hundreds in number

and electronic archives

spanning from 2005 to 2025.

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