Asking after the oblique mystique
Is our writing always in the last place we never look?
Monica Carroll
Is our writing always in the last place we never look?
If the end is nigh, why not write it out?
It’s never too late to help a poet in trouble. Reach out. Make contact. Save them from themselves.
Are you reading your tactics book hard enough?
Do you cry? Or weep? Or sob?
Writers can avoid betrayal.
Write what is forbidden, please.
What do you do when it hurts too much?
You get to choose for yourself.