Back in college I had my fun. I dated a lot of guys…and yes, I will admit, slept with almost as many. I loved the pursuit, the thrill of the chase. I loved the rush of endorphins, that beautiful feeling of falling into place with some sexy, long haired musician, poet, or chem studies major. Together we’d get into this great groove and in doing so we’d both feel this wonderful rush, that illusionary high of falling in love.

Unfortunately the fun never lasted. At some point either I’d see through the guy’s theatrics, or he’d see through mine and the grand illusion would fall apart. We’d be left looking at each other thinking, “We’ll this isn’t at all what I thought it would be,” and so, we’d both go our separate ways, each seeking out the next wild ride.

I think I was more into the act of falling…

I chose to compose this post on Poetry in Black and White rather than my main author site, MichaelRayKing.com because it is here that I most often “connect” with the subject of this post. Too many times I feel we, as writers, embrace the concept that our writing must be accessible to all. Everything, and I do mean everything, I’ve experienced as a writer points to this. Sometimes the message is subtle, but its there.

Writing naked does not necessarily mean physically, even though I do so at times! LOL! Writing naked involves what a wonderful writer and friend in London once told me. She said, “When you post your ‘raw’ poetry, the writing contains accessible power for the reader.” I’m paraphrasing that last statement. I understood what she was saying, and I’ve worked to hone this concept over the years. Her first book is nearly done, and as an…