To all on the longest night of the year: so much love, and bonfire-lit hope, so much to new writing and new making. We've almost turned over into the new year; I'm looking at this winter as a time of creation and generation. This summer, I will head to Tennessee for my first writing residency, where I hope I'll be able to lay out so many new poems and see how it could all fall together. Today, too, is the last day of teaching for 2018, and I have a lot of gratitude in my heart for the journey I'm on, where I've ended up, and where I'm headed.
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