I have to admit, it’s hard to explain. But there’s something about the creative process that has a mind of its own, so to speak. It’s as if, even thought it’s a part of you, it’s somehow mysteriously apart from you. And so you have to honor what the idea or the image or the sculpture or the song or whatever it is, is.
By Anna Webb, Poet Laureate Last semester, I had the stressful (yet surprisingly enjoyable) task of writing my Senior Capstone for my Undergraduate Degree at West Virginia Wesleyan College. Since I’m an English Major on the tract of Creative Writing, I had a lot of opportunity to find my own creative space, and to write … Continue reading Living, Breathing, Sad, and Happy Things
I've been blessed to spend the past five days in one of the most interesting cities I've ever seen among some of the most incredible and beautiful people I've ever known. This poem is for each of them and all of them and the city that gave them to me. She contradicts herself at every … Continue reading Ivanovo my love