Every “realistic” short story I write is a betrayal. Perversely, the short stories which seem to engage most readers are indeed these more — forgive me — realistic ones.

The poet discussion the exhilaration of exploration, the tension of creation, and one’s readiness to engage with content that is within.

Writing the poem changes me, and I welcome that. I don’t see that as a betrayal of myself or the work, but more of an evolution.