Choose one line and imagine it’s the epigraph for the poem you’re writing today. (Or use it as the epigraph!)
I’m finding it hard to write the poems that address real people or speak from their point of view. I want to write like Lynda Hull, with empathy and without judgment. But my favorite line from yesterday’s poem:
history’s cradle fault-rocked
What was your favorite line from the poem you wrote yesterday?