There is something intimate, something very particular that we are awarded when offered a look at someone’s private writing. We get to see those thoughts that don’t get shared with the group in the moment, thoughts that don’t exactly roll off the tongue, but which stick to paper like a dry worm
There were times when I was lost to the world.
It’s important to not lose sight of what you do. Grad school can be a lot of doing what you’re … More
No one knows me.
Maybe I never did.
I started my first notebook not long after. It was a pocket size, green cover, ring notebook. I hid the little thing above the ceiling tiles of my then basement bedroom (calm down, the basement had carpet and a window—I wasn’t JoJo the dog face boy whose family kept him locked up in the shame-dungeon).
Do you even blog, bro?
Some of the most influential writing for me has been outside poetry. Sadly, the last year or two, since graduating, … More
Pictures of cats, though. Definitely the cats.