Black Dog (my poet intro for an recent anthology)
04/24/2003 08:15 p.m.
I have myself a black dog. It has been around awhile, sometimes I don’t realize it is there, sometimes I jumps on my chest and gnaws at my throat. More often than anything else it scares people away, leaving me to myself. Until my discovery of poetry I was on a course of self-destruction; now, though self-depreciating, I am on a better course and I actually have something to show for my scars. I can’t get rid of the black dog, but I am starting to tame it and I have found a leash that will restrain it.