Poetry, Grief, and Purple Ink
A new project gives me the chance to indulge in nostalgia.
Last night, I printed out proof pages of my first poetry chapbook in 5 years.
When I was in high school, I did a poetry collection every year. I would take all of the poems I’d written over the year, lump them into a single InDesign file (actually, the first year was Pagemaker, but, hey, no…