It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens

I am glad to have reached the middle of January before the bleakness of the month hit me. I use the tired, cold, bleak, giving-up feelings as fuel for writing poetry. I think poetry has the ability, like many arts, to make you feel better about the very depressing thing you are writing about orContinue reading “It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens”