So I just finished up a course in Literary Theory and when I say this was my most difficult course by far, I mean it. No, really, this course had me questioning everything about my writing, my choice of authors, my purpose in life... my soul was wrung for every last drop of conviction it... Continue Reading →
Witnesses
you may have posted a poem the other day about heartache and frustration or maybe you shared a short romantic story one that'd been simmering in your mind for ages or maybe you had the strength to drag a traumatic experience out into the open as memoir or journal entry... what ever it was, it... Continue Reading →