There is a book I read in late 2020 called Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. This is not what happened, but it doesn’t make this milestone any less important for me. I thought I would never stop reading it, marveling at it, loving it as my own. Like the publications I have had before, I pictured my chapbook on display on my bookshelf. In January, my first poetry collection hour long afternoons was released. I learned a lot about my creative processes, and how making art while navigating mental health struggles is a weird, dreamy (not necessarily in a good way, more like feet hovering above ground) space to be in. I feel like I sunk into myself, losing bits and pieces as I went on, while becoming more of myself simultaneously. Welcome to the first edition of pieces of me ! Thank you for being here.Ģ022 was a bizarre and special year.
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