I'm doing something I never do: looking through old files of poems and reading original drafts of things that I haven't set eyes on in 5+ years.
It seems like I have another whole book lurking in between the poems that I sent out, published, and put in Prairie Fever.
Funny to see what I was writing before and after some of the poems I liked best. I wonder why I never did anything with some of them. It's really strange to see what I edited out.
Some of it I should've kept.