Why the Wet Water?

Poems, eh?


And when I say they poured out of me, I quite literally mean it. I’m almost embarrassed to say how quickly this collection came to fruition. Why, though? Why miss horror writer are you writing poems?

Why not?

I…I guess I needed to pour my soul onto the page. Maybe, deep down, I wanted to be seen. And as a friend recently said to me, when you put your poems into the world, you might as well be running through the streets naked. So here I am, running through the streets with no clothes on. I hope you enjoy the collection. While it’s scary to share my soul, my heart, my love, my private experiences…it’s also freeing. I’m proud of this one guys. Check it out.


From the heart,

WB Welch

Wet Water by WB Welch

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