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I met a woman named Dharm this week.
I met a woman named Dharm this week.
A good place to hide a star is a galaxy.
Writing poetry in a burning world
It's the end of the world as we know it.
Ever catch a poem in the life it had before?
I'm at AWP, so it seemed like a good time to catch up on my most recent rejections.
This was something I used to post on Instagram, where I process my recent rejections in public. Rejections are a rite of passage and talking about them tells the ones with you, coming behind you—I was here.