Getting My e.e. cummings On
I recently started writing poetry again, and after a two-year hiatus, it was tough. It was as if I had never written any poetry in my life, that I was starting fresh. In some ways, that can be a good thing, but in this case, it wasn’t. My normal process is to freewrite madly, tossing as many ideas and images as I can at myself (generally on computer or sometimes by hand) and seeing what sticks. Many of the poems in Life as a Moving Target and Without Wings started out as freewrites. It’s always worked for me in the past, so I figured I’d start there.