I am well aware of the weaknesses of my poetry and I will admit that I am deeply envious of those select few who get to make a living as a poet, just writing poems for a living and not having to really work, but I am also grateful to be a working class poet who has seen true poverty, disability, suffering, family strife, death of loved ones, divorce, betrayal from close friends, spiritual cycles, and all the things that makes life real. I may not have an abundant audience at the tip of my fountain pen, but I do have authenticity of spirit and that is worth a thousand best sellers.
