I have a problem with my heart. I mean my use of “heart” in my writing. Too often, I am being reminded that the use of the heart is too sentimental. I wish it weren’t only a metaphor.
James Arthur recently reminded me (although he has a time or two before) that “The heart doesn’t really have anything to do with emotion.” I know, I know. I’m going to replace it with some other organ or body part. Eventually. I’m thinking about it, at least.
A poignant poem about both hearts: “His Heart” by Caroline Knox.
How do you deal with clichés of the heart?