This is the first of what will hopefully be lots of writing updates. I haven’t written anything new this week, so instead of leaving you with nothing to read I’ve dug through my archives for two poems I wrote last year, a prose poem called Homesick and a blank verse poem called Bloodthirst.
I’m not a poet, not really, but I took a class last year for my MFA program. Though I was very bad at first, I learned a lot about writing while taking the course and ended up producing a few that weren’t half bad. Hopefully you enjoy this little taste of something different.