I do not call myself a poet
Or a writer
Or a smith of words
Even though I like the sound of that in particular
Hammering away at an anvil of the mind, forging elusive words out of nowhere.

I merely place heart and soul on paper or a screen.
I speak of my heart’s desire.
Do not look for truth in what I write
Or fact or whimsy
Do not look for answers or solace for your soul here, my dear.
I only know of anguish and fear.

-A.Garcia