Sometimes a word, or a phrase, or a repetition, or a rhyme are so beautiful it needs to be worked back into the poem. I love that moment when I sit for one second then another to absorb it, appreciate it, before jumping back in with renewed energy. Or the moment when I hear one of the others say the word, the phrase, and I think wow, yes. And I say yes, fabulous. We must use that word, phrase again, we must work it into the poem. I love writing poems with the others but usually I write poems alone.
Chores, duties and inequality
Who chooses who will be the people who wash...