We worked on writing poems sprouting from our own memories in a workshop today. Each of us described images from our communities and childhood, and with just an ounce of effort, I dove in to a surplus of crisp, colorful images. From there, I could not stop writing. Two, three pages, all about the streets of my old neighborhood, and I could have gone on much longer.
It's amazing how much valuable, rich information lies in our subconscious.
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