This is why I love Rebecca Schwab, both as a writer and a person: When you write poems about cutting yourselves, about regretting the losses and takings of virginity, about your dead parents, dead dogs, the best friends you want to apologize to but can’t, how you’ve lost your favorite sweaters and it feels like layers of skin are missing, too—I am sorry. I am sorry and the only way I can think of to help is to read your words and point out the adverbs you should eliminate, so that the dead dog/lost friend/gone sweater is the most dead, most lost, most gone image writing on paper can convey.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 15:12:38 +0000
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