I write nonsensically Why must I write where it hurts? It’s the price we pay, a happy writer never sells Give us a tortured poet and they fly off the shelves. Should I bide my time? Wait and hope for someone to stab with a knife, For my blood to soak into paper And weave itself into something worthy of a Booker prize? Sometimes I don’t want to write … [Read more...] about Ink and Paper