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Poetry, Publishing Tips, and Weekly Sneak Peeks - a mix of inspirations that have caught my eye and sparked my creativity. From captivating reads to hidden gems, here's what I'm loving right now—hope it fuels your imagination too.
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What I Do When a Poem Isn't Working (opens the original)
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There is a particular kind of frustration that comes from knowing there’s a poem somewhere in front of you and not being able to find it.The idea is there. Maybe even a line you love. You’ve written it three different ways, moved things around, deleted half of it, put half of it back, and somehow the poem feels further away than when you started.I’ve done this more times than I can count.For a long time, my instinct was to keep working. If a poem wasn’t good, I assumed I hadn’t worked hard enoug
The Lives We Leave Behind Every Time We Change (opens the original)
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I found an old notebook recently and barely recognized the person who wrote it.The handwriting was mine. The names were familiar. I remembered the rooms, the people, the things I was worried about. But reading it felt strangely like reading someone else’s life.There were dreams in those pages I don’t want anymore. People I was certain I’d know forever who I haven’t spoken to in years. Problems that once kept me awake at night that I had completely forgotten existed.And there were things I wanted
The Last Time I Didn't Know It Was the Last Time (opens the original)
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There are moments in my life I would have held onto a little longer if I had known they were ending.I would have stayed for one more coffee. Asked one more question. Hugged someone a little tighter. Walked home more slowly. Looked around the room and tried to memorize exactly how it felt to be there.But that’s the strange thing about endings. Most of them don’t tell us they’re happening.We imagine the important endings of our lives will arrive with some kind of ceremony. A final conversation. A
The Things That Never Became Poems (opens the original)
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There is a box somewhere filled with notebooks I’ll probably never open again.Some are held together with tape. Some have coffee stains on the corners. One was left on a train years ago, carrying pages of poems I’ll never remember well enough to rewrite. At the time, I felt like I had lost something irreplaceable.Now I wonder if those poems were never meant to survive.People often ask where my poems come from. They imagine that every notebook eventually becomes a book, that every line finds its
I Used to Think This Was All There Was (opens the original)
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There was a time when I believed the life I was living was the only life I would ever know.Not because it was everything I wanted, but because it was everything I could imagine. We all have a tendency to mistake the edges of our current world for the edges of the world itself. We assume the way things are is the way they’ll always be. The heartbreak feels permanent. The loneliness feels permanent. The city, the job, the relationship, the fears we carry—they all begin to feel like fixed parts of
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