My essay on my relationship with poetry throughout life changes, and the questioning of why I really ever wrote poetry to begin with, is out in the new Friday issue of The Curator. In “Poetry as Therapy,” I discuss the experience many have when writing, that being creative ”was not the path to resolution and closure, it was a symptom of resolution and closure.” An excerpt:
It was about six months before I realized I had stopped writing poetry. I was digging through my desk looking for a new journal and found a just-started journal, the one I needed. As I grabbed it and headed off for my little writing spot, it dawned on me that this was no longer normal. There was no sense of commonplace, nodéjà vu, no rhythm to this action.
I had not written a single poem in six months. Maybe I didn’t need a creative outlet anymore?
To read the rest, head on over to The Curator. Be sure to also read “The Art of Baseball” by Carolyn Givens.