Each month’s personal essay comes from a different catalyst. Sometimes I’m hit with a theme and I run with it, other times there’s a poem that I base my thesis on, but more often than not it’s a blurry fragment that builds over many days and nights of silent brewing. I adore the mystery in this, the weird way words form from within and come burning to t…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Poetic Purpose to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.