I found three poems at the bottom of my duffel bag today. Two of them are unfinished are are destined to remain as such, I think. I may steal a few lines from them at some point. I may just throw them away altogether.
Do you ever experience this? Do you ever look at a poem you’ve written and think, “Wow, I really need to experience the world a little more and get some new or better writing material”? I think I’m in need of some travel…
Good thing I have poetry to transport me. I’m taking my time with Jane Hirshfield’s Come Thief. There are also a few lit mags on my nightstand waiting patiently.
I hope your Thanksgiving not only left your belly full, but your heart as well.