I haven't had the time to think, or to write, lately. I may have mentioned this before. Anyway. Right now it feels like I'll never write a poem again. Writing is so mysterious. I have ideas, but I'm just not writing (which apparently now I believe in, having no choice).
I found out last night that I am not alone in the sense of oh shit, maybe I can't do it again ever, and the last poem I wrote was my last.
I know this isn't really true. But ugh.
And now, back to grading (and not writing) I go.