Alright day two and no poems written but hopefully I'll have something to post before long and I figured I might as well get on with it and make a thread. I've got a few ideas, a few things I need for class and some high hopes that I'll manage twenty at least this year if not the full thirty. We'll see.
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
