Richard Quinby

Rookie (December 10,1954)

When I Write... - Poem by Richard Quinby

Am I too honest?
Do I reveal too much?
I open my veins at the keyboard,
my poems are written in blood.
My inner self,
my darkest side,
my very soul
spill onto the screen


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  • (9/2/2005 7:27:00 PM)

    I feel the same way Richard. But, we wouldn't want to read anything else....this is what keeps us reading. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 2, 2005

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