summer summer winter spring

Man, I'm ready for school to start, kind of. The new UA Poetry Center is opening this semester, and I'm really, really excited to slay in it. Right now, I'm trying to write poems around this lady's paintings, Julie Hefernan. You'll find one, above.

There have been a lot of days lately--this summer--when I've felt like I'm a waste of skin for being a poet and getting my MFA. Today, however, I feel very lucky: I get to read some of the most beautiful, life-changing books around, and then write about the meaning of life and all that crap. What could be better than being a visionary, even if no one's paying attention/you're a fake visionary?