This past week has been divided between the White Mountain School, by day, for poetry workshops and Robert Frost's barn, by night, for poetry readings. It has been an honor to have worked alongside so many talented poets this week who also, coincidentally, have turned out to be some pretty awesome companions. Thank you, The Frost Place, and my workshop.
For all of us who believe there is not one way. One genre. One spirit. One answer. Or even one question. This blog is for the writer before she was so, as well as for the reader who defies her expectations every time: it is for the poets, satirists, fiction writers, essayists, diarists, and ancient word wanderers; this blog is for the infinitely unwritten. To each, a celebration. A celebration to all.