Since the middle of March I’ve been writing a poem a day. Or to be honest, almost every day. There were a few days I didn’t write a thing. While other days I composed three or four poems. Now I have a stack of near a hundred pages.
While discussing with another poet the routine of writing daily, the other poet lamented of a creative dry spell, lack of inspiration, or nothing to write about. There are a lot of people in that place and they seek to get out of that rut. My upcoming poetry writing workshop assists in that creative crisis by offering a new routine — something to encourage poets to write boldly.
One of the last poems I wrote in April begins: ‘Would you still write / poetry if it meant a death sentence?’ It’s a bold question. Will you have a bold answer?
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