The fall semester started this Monday and I hit the ground at a dead sprint. My schedule for the first portion of the semester borders on insanity, but I spent a lot of time with my calendar and I think I’ve got it covered. What’s most important is I have set aside key days and times for writing and reading and all things related. This morning I came to school @ 7 am and spent an hour and half writing. I plan to do it again on Thursday and then Fridays I’ll have the whole morning, so I’ll be able to spend even more time on my own work. I know I’m going to be exhausted, but if I can stick to this schedule, I’ll feel better about how I spend my time. More importantly I won’t feel like such a poetic dud.
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A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any courses like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without the oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Emily Dickinson
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I wrote a poem about a pig this morning. I think I was inspired by attending the Indiana State Fair last Friday.