Big thanks to The Little Patuxent Review for inviting me to submit this guest blog post as part of their Concerning Craft series.
When the impulse hits and the words come, I keep myself open for how the poem wants to guide me. (My poems usually come to me as a series of images from recounted experiences.)
My wife knows that trance-like look: me staring off somewhere. In those moments, my mind is a planchette the poem moves along the ouija board of possibilities.