I Don’t Write Pretty is the title of a book of poetry/confessions that I own. It is written by a beautiful woman named aulelei love. I don’t remember how I first stumbled upon aulelei, I think she was posting on a blog with some other writers. I believe she used to post on OKP, could have bumped into her there. What’s important is that I learned she had a book of poetry available and I ordered one. I kind of forgot about it after that. When it arrived, I wasn’t sure what it was. I didn’t know anyone in Alabama who would be sending me something.
I opened the package and found a hand-made book, a “collection of confessions” with a personal message written on the inside cover. Nice touch. I have had IDWP for four years now and I still pick it up every now and then. In fact, aulelei’s words hang on the wall of my living room instead of art or movie posters. Simple black frames hold excerpts from her poetry. Sometimes people look at them and tell me they don’t get it. I don’t explain. I should tell her that. Continue reading