Eighty Days

It's been 80 days since I graduated. Between then and now I've: Visited Florida, had a great time at the Bucknell Seminar for Younger Poets, all but moved to New York while interning full time at Scholastic Press, and had another vacation in Cape Cod. It's been a summer unlike any other.

After a serious creativity drought (I couldn't squeeze anything out at Bucknell it seemed), I'm writing again. I've started a series on serial killers. Morbid, yes, but that's what a four day fever will do to you: Keep you in bed reading crime libraries and Wikipedia. Death isn't a subject I've explored a lot in my poetry, but it's more about giving someone else a voice (the killer, victims, witnesses, etc.). I'm so used to working from autobiographical accounts that it's nice to get away from that.

Out of boredom I started sketching again. Disclaimer: I'm not good, but I like working in other mediums sometimes.