Chapbook Update 10: Elizabeth S. Wolf

This is excerpted from the chapbook Maybe, written by J. LeBlanc. Mr. LeBlanc resides in California. Mr. LeBlanc starts out with a bang:

I was born in an 82 year old lady’s living room, a tongue-tied bastard and an underdog against life itself.

Wow. When they say “you need a first line to grab the reader”,  that is what they are taking about.

In the later poem I Can’t, he continues to deliver:

I can’t write about the darkness that my light cannot see.

I can’t write of all the possibilities that don’t exist for me.

I’ll write about what little truth I’ve gathered on this walk

but I can’t write about the key as I stare into the lock.

I can’t write about the end while I get lost along the way

I can’t write of all the work when I’m engaged in play

I’ll write the words I’m given if my hand will just behave

but I can’t write about my freedom while I’m stuck here as a slave.