Brenda Jean HeftyPoetry is my way of handling my intense sense of involvement and responsibility. The sister inside who seemed for so many years to be pointing the critical finger, I now realize, has been pointing to the pen. Recently each time I have found myself unomfortably alone I have known it is time for a poem. I don't have to make the choice to write, just be aware of my own discomfort. In the past this sent me into a panic, fearing I would abuse the gift of time. I find I am learning to relax into my own emptiness and not struggle to fill it with physical excess. Read More Read Less