Another poem about the writing process.
More poetry about poetry. XD
Another acrostic yay.
A thing I noticed about myself and perhaps familiar?
Another loving poem to books, reading and creation.
How ironic that a literal drought period inspires poetry while experiencing creative drought. (At least, I think it’s ironic?)
Some musings on them…
Been reading a lot of it lately…
A little thing about writing and creation.
A silly, fairly personal thing.