I am gearing up for this master class with Mary Ruefle on Friday. There is so much work to do. I am excited about my new poems with new voices, even if they are weird.

Got one of those nice, encouraging types of rejections today. I wish I had realized earlier, before diving in head-first, the scope of the rejection that comes with being a writer, and the depth of the masochism needed to accommodate it.

It needs to snow soon. If it's going to be terribly cold it needs to be terribly pretty as well.

A Thing I Have Learned

People who use the word "limiting" in a counter-argument against being accused of sexism or some type of privilege are always talking out of their ass.