at 2:30 a.m. to flick the cockroaches scuttling
along the low wall on the front edge of the roof
onto traffic on Charles Street below
I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you,
I was ashamed of you. I despised you
As the place of my nativity.
With wit and humor, the author of “Eat, Pray, Love” talks about artistic creativity, imagination, and fear of success.