Your poems are super dope. I hat yet to read one I don't like. You have a gift. Continue to give the world your writing. We need it.
Thank you. So much. I don’t know that I’ll ever get tired of feeling connected to people. It’s one of the things that feels the most natural to me.
I think write because instances of humanity, and the things and feelings and actions that come with it or in spite of it, should not be treated as isolated incidences. We do not live or love or hug or hold or hate or leave-and-never-call-back in a vacuum. I try to write about the changes in air quality when a person turns into a Southern California brush fire. I try to write about the evacuation, and take-shelter-ing, and (e)(i)mmigration that happens inside of us.
I think that I’m going to stop writing here as much as I have been relatively soon and try to break ground (for real, this time) on the book I haven’t been writing.
I’d love to know which pieces have been your (and anyone else reading) favorites. I’ll be digging through my archives reviewing my own favorites, and deciding which fragments/haikus/poems are going to be deconstructed and used for book components, but I can only read these poems from the same place that I read them, and you can give me something I can’t do alone.
you can email me (firstname.lastname@example.org), or write me here (www.nilesheron.com/ask).
I love you. I’m excited to push toward into this next chapter. I hope you’ll come with me.