Kundalini Splendor

Why I Write

by Penny Hackett Evans

I sink my teeth

into loneliness,

try to digest it.

I’m not hungry

for its bitter

aftertaste, though

I do enjoy

the company.

Too often,

I stumble toward

any book

that promises

answers,

reluctant to peer

into my own

beguiling soul.

Writing makes

the cogs turn.

I find a sort of

wacky Hallelujah

in this internal

investigation.

A glimpse of heaven

seen through

a dirty glass ashtray.

It is there

beneath this craziness

I call writing

my way home.