I have been attending a night for poetry critiques for a while now. I shared some of my old poems from the early ’90s and The Concrete Porch, which I may not change much based on the feedback.
I have learned so much. I started writing many new poems to submit, with the last one, the group didn’t have too many problems with the way it was written.
I have yet to write the poem about Nashville and hearing all that Country music from my childhood, causing me to cry,
I don’t want to cry in my beer…
It’s a start.