Great idea. Thank you.

So frustrating! I suppose it’s only the nature of the process. The theme rattles around in your brain during selection, plants a seed, and before you realize it, it has grown into something worth harvesting.

It’s comforting to know I’m not alone in this. My sincerest apologies for dredging up your nightmares though!

The sweet joy of untangling. I am very acquainted. There are some beautiful poems in those tangents you find at the crossroads of a piece. Usually not what you’re looking for but just what you need.

I can’t say I’ve ever started from a title! I should probably challenge myself one of these days.

The crippling realization that you don’t know what to title a poem.