I found myself between a browser and a search engine
a CV and a resume
—Stephanie young
I found myself between poetry and paid
work. A job ends, the writing begins.
A funny thing happens. Suddenly, I’ve
no time to do anything but write, work
on this project, think about editing the
magazine again. Aren’t sonnets supposed
to be universal in some big way? Maybe
that’s all art. That was a reigning tenet
when I was in school, not studying poetry,
studying Chemistry for medical school,
then suddenly I gave the sciences a break
for the arts. And did I ever break for the
arts! Haven’t I always? Sonnets are also
so short as to keep things mysterious, but...
How Mysterious Is Too Mysterious?
(need I say it, but: To Be Continued...)
