Last night, I went to the Floating Bridge Review gala launch reading—what a wonderful night! Many poets read–two poems each, one from the Review and one free choice. The result was an evening packed with powerful poetry—and a lot of humor. I was in awe—inspired, but also increasingly filled with doubt when surrounded by so much poetry prowess.
I walked out feeling—yes, still inspired—but also kind of like a hack, like I didn’t even know where to start. Then I remembered watching Rob Besserer in Jocelyn’s class. At the reading, I’d seen and heard how it’s done. I can learn and grow from that. Now, to write.