I've only recently begun seeing my poetry published in an underground magazine called CLUB MIDNYTE. It took me sixteen years of writing poetry to find myself in any sort of media apart from self-publishing.
It began sixteen years ago when I saw a movie called WIT. WIT is about a professor dying of ovarian cancer. She studied literature and became a scholar of the works of John Donne with particular emphasis on The Holy Sonnets. In the film, the professor recites "Death be Not Proud."
A week after seeing the film for the first time, my mother came to town. As usual on her visits, she bought a gift for me. It was THE COMPLETE POETRY AND SELECTED PROSE OF JOHN DONNE. I dove immediately into The Holy Sonnets and began writing my own versions.
I was fourteen years old at the time. A little too young perhaps to be reading Donne, but I found an awakening in the words. I knew at once that I wanted to write poetry.
Fast forward sixteen years and I am now being published. There may be less and l