To write the only poems I most likely will write all year.

To be accountable to a daily poem and more importantly to write in community.

I believe a lot of people like to hide behind their writing. Sometimes so much so that the fire meets it first. Sometimes I see that fire dance on my walls in the candlelight. Where fragrance meets fear, cement meets roadblock, and heat meets headache. This act of choosing is a waterfall. I have a voice, and I want to be heard.

After taking a poetry course this semester, I wanted to continue writing poetry.

It’s always a joy to be invited to this party. I’m having fun, really, even if I’m just in the corner petting the host’s dog.