A small look behind the curtain.
A stanza from a project I recently worked on, shown across three different drafts.
I'm always fascinated by how a poem changes during revision. Sometimes a line disappears completely, only to find its way back later in a different form.
Which version speaks to you the most?
A messy journal is not a sign of being undecided. It is a sign of ideas, progress, revision and a vision. Don't be afraid of crossing out a thought. It's an invitation for the next one.










