Thoughts on poetry, writing, and the art of finding meaning in everyday moments
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At first glance, a line break in a poem might seem like a mere structural necessity—a place to pause, to carry the eye to the next line, to make the...
There is a quiet kind of alchemy that exists in the world. Not the sort that turns lead into gold or conjures storms from spells, but a subtler, more intimate kind—one that transforms the ordinary into something luminous, simply by the way we look at it. This is the kind of magic born from attention, presence, and wonder. The world is, by default, extraordinary. But the more we rush through it, the more it becomes invisible. Dishes pile up in the sink. Emails go unanswered. The kettle boils. The dog snores softly on the rug. The clouds roll by in...
There's a particular quality to the silence that follows the last note of a song—a pregnant pause that seems to hold all the music that came before it. As poets, we...
There's a particular quality to the silence that follows the last note of a song—a pregnant pause that seems to hold all the music that came before it. As poets, we...