When I was a younger poet, educated and trained in traditional forms and styles of writing, I fell deep into a rigidity that was both comfortable and ( I admit now) a bit boring. I confess to having been a wee bit judgmental of writers who bumped or thumped hard against the walls and fences that had a hold on poetics and on poets who dared to differ or,…
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