Melisa Peterson Lewis
I can make the time. I've done it before. Gone to bed late, skipped the gym, ate dinner above my computer, forced myself to tap the keyboard even when there was nothing to say. Is it writer's block or just a lack of desire to write? Maybe those two are the same. During the month... Continue Reading →
Fair warning. This is a little stupid, but winter has me feeling like a caged animal. Poetry isn't really my thing, and that includes reading it and writing it. I have no idea why I wrote this. Maybe because winter is making me a little mad? Coldness seeps into my bone I fall into a... Continue Reading →
