Three years ago, we might have had some idea that we were all about to start an interruption of everything.
Three years ago, I had no idea that in a month’s time I would start writing a poem a day—and continue to do so for the next two years.
Some of you followed along, reading and liking each post. (I love you.)
Some of you might have seen the posts with the funny MonthPoWriMo neologisms, and moved right along.
Some of you might be (still? starting to?) figuring out how to process the past three years.
Some of you read/write/discuss poems and poetry. Some of you are indifferent.
Some of you may still be trying to get your sourdough started.
My hope is that this book is for all of you.
Asterisk Days: Poems https://a.co/d/5A5YQf1