I’m listening to people talk in the library, and even though their voices are too low to make out the words, it’s a little gravel in the background. Overcast today, just perfect for photographing the spring bouquets that no one gathers because we are so startled again to see flowers outside. Overcast is pretty good for writing poems too, especially when the sun pokes through just enough to startle a shadow from your hand.
My time at the AWP conference last week in Boston was a much-needed immersion in writerly talk and poetry readings. Reconnecting with MFA classmates and teachers was the best of it–and I brought home a lot of new books! I’m reading Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s Miracle Fruit, on which she signed “get on the essay train!” I admit, I was startled to be exhorted to write essays, but this isn’t the first time. I guess I’d better get started!