My writing partner and I started this poetry collection together because we both felt like contemporary verse had lost its connection to the ancient traditions, but now every poem we draft feels like we're arguing through metaphors about what 'timeless' actually means. We keep editing each other's work into something that sounds like neither of us, and I'm starting to wonder if we're trying to resurrect something that was meant to stay buried.
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Two poets discover that their shared reverence for poetry's origins masks fundamentally different understandings of how the past should speak through present work.
“Where Are You with Poetry — the oldest creative form?”
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