I Love Poetry, I Love to Write

I grew up in a household of am, oh, it wasn't a terribly happy household, m. And so reading for became an entry into a world that otherwise really wasn't there. I think i was lucky in a strange sense, a my mother suffered terribly from depression,. and she was a in bed a lot of the time. When i would come home from school, that was where she would be. For the whole, sort of middle part of my child we lived in a part of brooklyn that was very close to the ocean.