L. V., Something I Wrote A Decade Ago

L. V., i found this poem in a pile of dead, golden leaves

L. V., i found this poem in the closing credits of your favourite film

L. V., i found this poem wilting in the garden

L. V., the illusion of a new beginning: an almost villanelle

L. V., things people say

Enjoyed reading the book of strangers. My favorites are Chrysanthemum for part 1 and a toss up between Snapdragon and Winterberry in part 2. I wish I was able to send in my story too.

I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it! Thanks for sharing with me your favourites. As for a part 3, maybe I'll just keep the submissions open? I won't give a deadline this time, and just have the collection out once I have gotten enough requests. I'd love to read your story as well :)

Same as before, just include an alias or let me know if you prefer to remain anonymous.

L. V., i found this poem inside an empty promise

I love your 'in my drafts' and 'combing through my old poems' posts because as a non-writer (is that even a thing?) it's interesting to see like it's the behind the scenes of a movie. The drafts are especially intriguing. They feel raw and like I'm not supposed to be seeing it but you're letting us take a peek of your writing process. It feels like a secret.

It's a thing now, haha! Thank you for telling me this. I was very hesitant posting those because they might not be pretty enough or something along those lines. But I adore your description. I call it my "poetic autopsy" of sorts, but I like the behind-the-scenes analogy better. And that's the "feeling" I was aiming for with the drafts. To feel "raw", unedited, the emotions and thoughts allowed to run free, finally untethered—and if any of them come back to me, I'll be here to welcome them with open arms.

L. V., i found this poem wandering around a ghost town

L. V., 24th July '14