Last month, I wrote about how I had slacked a bit when it came to writing. While I took strides to get myself out of this rut through Virgil Abloh’s art, I realized that was not enough. I read some more poems and penned a few things, but I was not quite there yet—whenever I raised my pen and opened my journal, I could still feel that I was a bit out of my element. I knew I should probably venture out and find somewhere to build off the momentum I had started. That’s when the light bulb in my head turned on—I knew I needed to go to the Poetry Foundation.
Sometimes it takes something that goes beyond simply reading to find the spark for your next poem.
Writing is what I live by; it’s the reason why I’m in grad school getting an MFA. Still, with the stress of classroom assignments, worksho..
November has been an exhausting month—it’s the final stretch after the midway point of the semester, where you are forced to focus on imme..
The Cheshire Cat – John Tenniel
‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ..
“I touch it, and it goes bzzzzzzarre.”
This is how Kwame Dawes kicked off Creative Nonfiction Week last week at CCC, and it couldn’t ha..
The truth of it is that I’m ready to be done with school. I’ve pretty much been going nonstop since I was 24 and starting the second h..