Your Move

At a party a disgruntled poet lashed out at me. A month earlier he asked me to read his voluminous collection of chess poems. All chess poems. I was polite. I praised. I suggested he start sharing his poems, self-publish, get them out there– sharing your poems is a good way of growing as an artist. That didn’t prove to be praise enough. At the party he went on the attack. “And what do you do? Share poems with crazy people on Facebook!” I had never thought of my friends as such. Maybe I was crazy. I looked at him and thought— “how crazy are you.”