POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
It is an odd project – to sit down in this little room every day and write. No matter what. What comes, comes. Like dipping a bucket into a well and hoping you pull up a little container filled with clarity. Reflection. That’s a shit metaphor. Sorry. Some days nothing comes on its own. Some…
or… That’s a load of Latin. “There is thus a will to live without rejecting anything of life, which is the virtue I honor most in this world.” ― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus I’ve been carrying a moment of self-consciousness since I read the galleys for my most recent book. (Not that recent, I’m…