Reblogged from Presents of Mind:
A stream-of-consciousness post. Pretentious. Indulgent. But oh well. My poetry writing class started last night. I have to write a poem about an object or a place. I'm having difficulty because I'm too critical of myself because I suffer from memory stains from my fiction writing workshops. I know I have it in me, I just need to begin. I'm brainstorming places I've been and what the consequences were, what they might mean in a larger context of my life.



















