A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
It seems to me that I’ve been on a very long journey to arrive at a point where I could comfortably call myself a “poet” or a “writer”, but in reality it’s only been within the last 2-3 years that I’ve put much thought into the matter. For as long as I can remember I’ve dabbled in it as a fun little hobby, but never really thought of it as anything more than that.
In the fall of 2011 I met someone that changed my thinking- a writer. Not one of those people who sulk and brag and love to tell people they’re writers for the glory of it, but a person who actually wrote, and loved it. He had a way of analyzing life, of taking it in and examining it, of finding the beauty and the logic and the chaos in the world around him, that I was…
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