I'm looking back at some writing I did two years ago. For the full explanation, see yesterday's blog.
I wrote this poem the second day we were gone. A friend of mine from college, Steph, was working on her portfolio for her master's in creative writing and had sent me a section of her poetry for feedback. It was inspiring to spend some time with her work, particularly one of her poems, called "Dürer Darling". When I started free-writing that morning, I reflected not so much on the poem itself, but on the experience of reading it.
I wrote this poem the second day we were gone. A friend of mine from college, Steph, was working on her portfolio for her master's in creative writing and had sent me a section of her poetry for feedback. It was inspiring to spend some time with her work, particularly one of her poems, called "Dürer Darling". When I started free-writing that morning, I reflected not so much on the poem itself, but on the experience of reading it.
