There was the week I was at Kenyon College and the week after to get back into the groove of things and now, we are here. The world is worse. It's hard to absorb just how much everything is worse.
I pushed it all out while I was in Ohio. I just wanted to think and write and read and talk poetry for a week, knowing how lucky I was to have it. And the week was brilliant—I met so many talented people and wrote new poems. I finally have a sense of prose poetry I like (more on this in a future post) when before I just simply avoided it. I have a new perspective on how much work I need to do before I can put my own collection out (hint: it's way more than I thought).
And while I was there, "Animita" came out in Pembroke Magazine. And then Pleiades accepted a new poem which I can't wait for all you to see. I'm also recording the audio this Friday for a poem coming out in West Trade Review. Very little happens and then a lot of things happen all at once.
