It’s been well over a year since I first joined a poetry writers’ group. We call ourselves The Poetry Gang, though I’m not sure why. Possibly it’s some sort of rebellion against being stuck with a name more lofty or esoteric. I was not invited to help decide on a name for the group, and I don’t know whose brainchild it was, but I rather like it. It sounds like a group that Carl Sandburg might have joined, no nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is, frank and earnest.
Pun intended. You want to watch out for me, one of my favorite poets was a master at word-play, and so I sometimes emulate.