Wherever I am, I lift.I write.I pay attention to the world around me. Not to hit a number or track a goal,not to impress,but to stay inside my body.To stay awake. Alert. Alive. It’s how I work.I don’t wait for inspiration.I move. I go forward with or without it.Sometimes with a pen,sometimes just by walking…
Month: August 2025
On the Way to Somewhere Else
I nearly dropped Sherwin Bitsui’s poetry class before it even started. I was in my final semester, and I figured, why start something new at the very end? I didn’t plan on writing poetry. Ever. It seemed like another world—an easier world—than the kind of writing I do, the kind of writing I did. But…