When the article is published, only my name will be in the byline. Yet that is far from the whole story, for I have learned that I am dependent. I need others when I write.
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Confessions of a Poet
Some writers seem to inhale and exhale poetry, but I am not one of them. I struggle to write vivid imagery and sometimes envy the poets who so easily compose winding verse about all the little, easily overlooked details that give a poem life: things like the precise smell of tangerine peels or the way a patch of sunlight lands on the carpet.
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