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Part Two of my February Poetry Weekend: Sunday Edition. Unlike yesterday’s post, this poetry is relatively current and again, typed up on my new typewriter. You can’t help but feel compelled to write when you’ve got a beautiful vintage-style typewriter on your desk.
A compilation of poems I wrote in the spring and summer of 2015, and recently retyped on my new typewriter. Looking back on these poems now, nearly two years later, I can’t help but feel so grateful at how far I have come and how much I grew from the experiences that I wrote about below. The event itself (and the writing that consequently poured out of me) is something that ensued a metamorphosis.