Creative Writing

Part 1: The Broken Blueprint - My Crisis of Understanding For years, I believed I understood theatre. As a young,...

As a writer, I’ve spent more years than I’d like to admit in the thematic graveyard. It’s a place littered...

Introduction: Entering the Exhibit The list poem, or catalog verse, stands as one of literature's most ancient and deceptively simple...

For years, Emily Dickinson’s poetry on death was, for me, a labyrinth of beautiful but maddening contradictions. As a young...

I used to think I understood momentum. For years, I was a literary scholar, living in the quiet, measured world...

The Agony of the Lonely Tree There is a particular kind of silence that settles over a failed manuscript. It’s...

For ten years, I felt like I was building with broken tools. I’d spend weeks on the opening of a...