The Star-Dappled Puddle: Reflecting on Poetic Practice

The night is violet moonless— a creamy banquet of pirouetting stars dapples a hilltop puddle. Plunging my head into the placid water, I hope to taste the light. Writing poetry is not harder than prose fiction, but it is a different kind of hard. Fiction is an adventure to a distant land, planned out with […]

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