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  • Chapter One of an untitled romantic fiction piece

    I drove alone and in silence. I supposed that the pain was over. The relationship was finished and my crying had run its course. There was only a slight ache ...

    • Novel / Chapter
    • Romantic
    9 min read


The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading.
— Edward Hirsch