Blinds

Desireless. Formless. Empty. These were the three intentions I had in mind when I sat down March of 2024 in the hopes of liking writing again. I had slipped into the bad habit of expectation and perfection every time I tried to write prose, but at a prompt from Beth Kempton's "The Way of the Fearless Writer," I decided to start that March—not with the current novel project—but with a haiku. Three simple lines. Easy. With just one haiku, the fire began to return, poetry a welcome asylum from the meandering tyranny of prose. This collection, "Blinds," is the best of this poetry, both haiku and freeform. It's been edited and critiqued since then, of course, but the essence remains the same—a series deeply connected to the moments in which each was written, and which demonstrate deeper truths through every-day imagery. I was pleasantly surprised with what beauty I was able to allow through me as I deliberately entered these three...