The joy falls away when I am bogged down in detail. Poetry is not meant to be arduous. When I really listen to it, and hold each word in my mouth, I see things in the words and in the world that I hadn’t seen before.
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This post is an archive from my Facebook account. I deleted my Facebook account in 2018 and have archived all the direct posts to my own timeline here. You can view the full archive here.