All I Have To Leave Behind Are Words

Primitive, Frank, and Relatable Rhymes,
Depictions of Life’s Circumstance
In the Raw Artless Tenor of Our Times

I believe that enlightenment is best achieved when we engage and explore alternative points of view, that we should form opinions and convictions empirically, and that we should tender our perspectives without apology. They are merely what we believe to be true at a given point in time and subject to change. That’s how it works when we continue to grow.

Poems are profoundly personal expressions as are all forms of art, and ask only to be perceived without bias or critique. I have no illusions about my significance or the impact of my work. Nor do I apologize for its tenor, or fret over how others might judge it, or me for it. To do otherwise would inhibit free expression, and a reticent self-conscious poet is doomed to an uncreative melancholy.

Naively, I hope my writing might bring an iota of awareness to the innocent, an ounce of enlightenment to the ignorant, and wee bit of conscience to the culpable.

Ridge