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Finding my creative spark again

This is the story of how May brought new sparks of creativity into my life, through a fairly random selection of incidents - also: thanks to the infamous Cat Distribution System WE UNEXPECTEDLY GOT CATS!

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Sometimes I feel like a monster

What happens when the same week someone tells you that you've created a safe space where people feel truly seen, you also put your foot in it so spectacularly that your brain is still replaying the horror movie version three days later?

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My brain is a compost heap

Inspiration is rarely a single lightbulb moment. It's more like a compost heap - a giant steaming pile of disparate things slowly breaking down until they become something new. This is a tour of my particular inspiration compost heap.

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“Recognize the thing that excites us the most”

"[W]e have to recognize that the thing that looks most flawed, might, in fact, be the most interesting thing in the work. So we’re not looking for the thing that functions best, because to do that is to only reward the most conventional and most familiar moves the work makes. But to try to recognize the thing that excites us the most, or intrigues us the most, which may be something the writer doesn’t even understand." - Peter Turchi

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“Blood is coursing through our bodies”

“As I speak, blood is coursing through our bodies. As it moves away from the heart it marches to a 2/4 or a 4/4 beat and it's arterial blood, re-oxygenated, assertive, active, progressive, optimistic. When it reaches our extremities and turns toward home - the heart - well, it's nostalgic, it's venous blood (as in veins), it's tired, wavelike, rising and falling, fighting against gravity and inertia, and it moves to the beat of a waltz, a 3/4 beat, a little off, really homesick now, and full of longing. When we first write our poems, how arterial they seem! And when we go back to them, how venous they seem!” - Mary Ruefle

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