New week, new writing! No matter how this Monday treated you, here’s hoping you’ll turn to the page.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the world looks three seconds before you resurface from the depths of the ocean. Or maybe you’ll knock on the door of an empty house and wait for the ghosts to answer. Perhaps there will be stanzas stuck in a slick of oil on the street corner where you once broke your ankle. Curate your next journey based on the glitch of the compass your father gave you when you turned twenty-three.
