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Favourite poems from Winter: These Days by Charles Olson, Watching My Friend Pretend Her Heart Is Not Breaking by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer.

Favourite poems from Autumn - To a daughter leaving home, by Linda Pastan and Thank You by Ross Gay

Favourite poems from Summer:
Thinking of Others, Mahmoud Darwish
Tender, Sophie Klahr

I know I wrote about it before, but page 41’s “This Morning” by Hannah Bonner just opens me up. Something about it… I find myself drawn to these shorter poems when I usually write such maximalist poetry. I want to learn and train in the way of the punch. The minimalistic, power-packed, pinch-sized poems… I really would love to keep working at refining my ability in writing similar things.

visual and internal. I wonder if (kindness) was needed in the penultimate line, but perhaps it was. The more and more I think about it, the more I believe it is.

I really enjoyed “Passage” on page 43. The beginning three lines and the final three lines are subjectively perfect and resonate very clearly in my mind.

“Why Did It” is just harrowingly relatable. Simplistic, but truthful. Page 42.

The poem on page 45, I enjoy it, I appreciate the line breaks, they accentuate the right things. The poem is very strong for reasons I cannot quite yet articulate, but at the same time it did not *strike* me like others. Though it has some striking lines. I don’t know what to make of it wholly which is why I must revisit it.

On page 44, a poem I wish I wrote, but also not. It’s beautiful, matter of fact,

I’ve read a few poems at a time since last logging, but not too many. Working my way backwards, the poem on page 47 that I just read, had me go “Ohhhhhh,” when it clicked (quickly, but I still had the “click” moment). I really appreciate the Japanese simplicity to it. The final two stanzas of the poem on page 46 struck me. A strong blurry image and a haunting realization.