In thinking about this subject for the umpteenth time, I’ve decided to issue this official warning to all who read or hear my poetry:
I make some of it up.
I try to use my imagination, my knowledge, and my skill to create believable worlds with strong imagery and good use of sound dynamics.
Sometimes I write directly about my own experience, sometimes I take the voice of someone else in an experience I’ve been involved in, sometimes I change facts to make a better poem, sometimes I make the whole damn thing up.
Regardless of the facts given in the piece, I trust that my underlying intent — to express some human truth or bit of observation, maybe even offer some insight — carries me through.
The difference is this: I admit it when I do this. So if I tell you a poem is a true story, it’s a true story.
If I don’t, assume NOTHING — the voice of the poem is frequently not the voice of the poet.
At least, not in my case.
