A Poet’s Temptation

A good poet needs to beware the temptation of thinking that his skillful word play actually matters to anyone at all including himself. Surely, the most beautiful verse is no substitute for shuffling down asphalt on ones scraped knees.

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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