If, tomorrow, I started a collection of dried grass clippings, how many would I have by the time I die?
The blank page intimidates even the sturdiest stalwart of the written word, and I am no exception. I always have some kind of phrase rolling through my head, and a majority of those would be good to record and expound upon, but I rarely have the energy or simple chutzpah to begin that act. I … Continue reading Here’s to a Better Tomorrow
In my writing and reading experience, there seem to be two main schools of poetic operation. The first combines extensive research and unwavering editing, always intently paring down the product to the point where it may become unrecognizable from the initial idea, and usually the result of all that work is a beautiful nugget that … Continue reading Two Kinds of Poems