Today it's the turn of my good friend, Morgan Kenney.
I met Morgan about 15 years ago at a writers' conference. I had written about 6 poems and half a dozen chapters of a novel. He had the good grace to listen to my witterings, uninterrupted for what must have felt like hours.
Later on I learned he had forgotten more about poetry than I will ever know.
But something in me sparked the teacher in him and he became a huge influence in the burgeoning of any talent I possess. Before I met Morgan I enjoyed words. Over the years he has taught me to love and appreciate language.
I asked him if he would guest on this here blog. His task - to talk about what poetry meant to him. This is what he had to say ...