How does a poem begin?
For the most part, with an image or a question. Something I want to explore or probe. In a poem I currently have out on submission, I imagined a mapmaker with hands made of wind. I had no idea where he was or where he was going or why he had no hands or why he even wanted to draw maps in the first place, but that image spread through me like wildfire and I knew he was my entry point into a new poem. Of course, sometimes I just think of a ridiculous line, something that doesn’t make any sense, and I see where it takes me.
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