I let a friend talk me into doing a 10:10. That means ten poems in ten days and it is excruciating, agonizing, sublime. For me, writing a poem that I love feels like walking naked in a crowd of people. I want to write poems that move a reader emotionally, but of course that means I must dredge up strong emotions and write about them. The emotion and detail don’t have to be reality, but they have to be true, except that means all the feelings that I stuff down into my internal box in order to function in real life must come out. I have to play around with them and somehow form them into a structure of words. Even when I’m writing about love and peace it’s painful, because how much of life is really that uncomplicated? Answer: none. Love is incredibly difficult and multifaceted. So that is what the poems must be, too. Five down, five more to go.