Several weeks ago I attended a play.
After the production, the cast members formed a line in the lobby to
greet the guests. As we play lovers streamed out of the theater I
found myself standing next to a woman. I stared at her trying to
remember where I had seen or met her.
Finally, I said her name and the
festival where we met. Her eyes then widen and she said, “you,
you're the poet with the Run book. I just read it again... well a
poem that's my favorite.” Then she went on telling me about the
poem and how she felt when reading it.
I had reached her with that piece. That
is my ultimate goal with Run into Blackness. I want readers to find
pieces of themselves in my book and discover the parts of me. Some of
the poems are biographical.
I was glad to see her again and able to
talk with her. Most of the time, after someone purchases a copy of my
book, I don't see the buyer again. Friends and relatives who've
bought a book have called, texted or emailed me with their comments
and semi-reviews. Some have even purchased another copy to give as a
gift.
The reunion with that book lover was
special. My work had connected with someone...again. Write on. Write
on.
