new year

I have a 365 day poem book, and I don’t really use it much. I get this idea at the beginning of every year that I’m going to write a poem draft every day, and I get up to maybe day four and never touch it again.

  This year is different. All years are different. I didn’t always think about it this way. This is new, and I think it’s connected to the postgraduate life. I’ve stopped thinking of things as ongoing and endless and started thinking of things as discrete projects or units of time in which I can direct […]

2017 was a tough year. I think we can all agree on that. My aunt asked me today how my year was and I didn’t know how to respond without making some kind of velociraptor screech. But good news! It’s nearly over. After the drawn-out period of mourning that was 2016, the surrealist nightmare of […]