I have a friend who lives in the South Side of Chicago. I helped out at a church charity there where they try to give a bit of cohesion to a desperate area. Everyone was very welcoming
It took me nine months to write 60 pages. It was very frustrating
I had wanted to write Ghost Country for a long time, but it wouldn't work.
When you feel lousy, puppy therapy is indicated.
Sometimes I panic and think I can't really write.
She knew the intensity of adolescence, and knew no cure for it except growing up. And then one has age and experience, and mourns the loss of intensity. Maybe it's why musicians and mathmaticians are said to peak young-poetry needs the fire of an unbounded universe.