I’m starting to feel like I’m not a huge fan of minimalist poetry.
Don’t get me wrong, I definitely see the audience for it, and the inherent accessibility of it. It’s more a personal dissatisfaction with what I try to write of it, and what I have written of it in the past. I can throw a one or two liner down and have it stand as its own prettily declarative sentence, but I get this itch the longer I stare at it. Something about those pieces in particular just doesn’t feel done, and lately I’m getting the urge to go back to some of my older stuff and extend it, feeling those sentiments deserved a little more attention and effort.
I’ll still mess with it every now and then, but I think you guys know the rough outline of what my style really is by now.