small stones – April 28, 2016


a strange, unusual, rambling early morning small stone…

a friend asked me why I rarely write fiction in first person
the simplest explanation is I generally write about other characters and the *I* seems far too personal
but I don’t think the explanation is so simple anymore
my poetry is almost always personal
I bleed on the page, shed skin and veins and become mere bones
maybe I am scared of putting too much of me into my works of fiction
I distance myself from the characters I write so that they can live their own lives and not the strange, dark life I exist in
otherwise, all of my characters would be the same – melancholy, withdrawn, sad, slightly demented, perhaps
or maybe all of this is merely bullshit
and I am sure to change opinions tomorrow