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neileAh, Week 4. How I recall the pain when the workshop seems to have been going on forever and there's still miles to go before we can sleep. It was a struggle to write this week. To find time to write, then when I did have time, to concentrate.
Still, I sent out four manuscript queries.
And I tussled through a new draft of a poem I've been having a rough time with. I'm really struggling with these poems that come from Pacific NW myth--I don't want to tell someone else's myth, but want to write about my own interaction with it. It's hard to figure where the line is. Each poem has its own. For right now, I'm okay with this one.
Ask me again tomorrow.
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Cannibal Spirit
I speak from myself now.
The milky way my tether. Below me
the thin coastline, so overshadowed
by forest by mountain by me.
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[and it continues. sponsors and cheerleaders saw the whole thing, such as it is.]
Still, I sent out four manuscript queries.
And I tussled through a new draft of a poem I've been having a rough time with. I'm really struggling with these poems that come from Pacific NW myth--I don't want to tell someone else's myth, but want to write about my own interaction with it. It's hard to figure where the line is. Each poem has its own. For right now, I'm okay with this one.
Ask me again tomorrow.
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Cannibal Spirit
I speak from myself now.
The milky way my tether. Below me
the thin coastline, so overshadowed
by forest by mountain by me.
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[and it continues. sponsors and cheerleaders saw the whole thing, such as it is.]
