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.

I’m coming back to LexPo because my creative lungs are gasping—this is breath, fire, and the pulse I refuse to live without.