Questions You Are Yet To Ask.

Why is the art featured in your poetry mostly of women?

I’m a big supporter of the feminist plight. However, there is no way I could be at the forefront of that struggle without feeling like a fraud. I am not a woman, therefore I could never claim to know or understand what they go through. I can only support them in the only way I know I can.

And if I can write good poetry and then feature a lady I feel like I’m doing two or more things at the same time. Also not a big fan of dudes. That’s not an attack on my brethren. I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure of having to consistently navigate fragile egos for the longest part of my life. Even thought there was something wrong with me at one point. You know, the usual bullsh*t. Got no time for that. 

Hey misogynistic a**holes. If you need an ego boost, go to your mom.

Do you have any friends?

No. But I seem to get along well with old or dead people. I feel Iike Charles Bukowski would have been a great drinking buddy.

What kind of poetry do you like?

Any. But I’m particularly drawn to poetry/works that take risks and make me think. 

Do you cry?

Yes. And it feels suuuuper nice. 

What do you want most in this world?

Anything real. Yes, that’s vague and quite possibly subjective. I don’t have one answer for that. What’s real to you could be fake to me. Anything that doesn’t piss me off is a good start though. Very few things in this world piss me off; you’d have to be born of Hitler’s c*m stain for me not to want anything to do with you.

Any regrets?

If you had asked me in 2019 I would have said yes. But now, no. Regrets stem from reflecting over a choice you would have made in the past and believing it was a bad one.

My philosophy is there are no good or bad choices. Only choices.

If all my choices led to where I am now, nothing is off the table. Perhaps these are the benefits of making conscious decisions.

Pet peeves?

Absolutists. Visitors. Small-talk. Pretentious breakdowns that could be cut short with a simpler word choice. Copy-cats. Gas-lighters … *okay, I’m gonna need you to stop*

What motivates you to write?

Curiosity. Often when I write a piece I don’t know where it will end. What tends to happen is I write an impromptu piece, double-back and notice a similar pattern in the ideas I’m exploring then I title it after.

Pantser?

Guilty.

Who do you look up to?

No-one. 

Any other questions?

Honestly? let’s leave that part to the readers.

– O.D. ©2020

Art by: Feivelyn