7: May 28, 2024
Lately I’ve been puzzling over a trio of poems I’m writing for a specific, local publication, and it’s the absolute best feeling: getting lost in the words, wrestling with one or another, teasing out an adjective or metaphor or rhythm. This is some of the work I do that is certainly work, but does not feel like it; it is work that can lead me to a loss of time. I look up, and it is a different moment in the day entirely. I am not a natural puzzler, but in this way, I am: the poems come together piece ...
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