Like many writers I know, I keep a taboo list. Nothing too long or formal, this is simply a list of words I must not write—at least at first, when beginning a new piece. Trees are there on my taboo list right now.
Like most poetry built on refrains, the villanelle steers away from narrative ideals, away from conversation and linear exchange
My favorite poetic form, the sestina, gives me space to explore implication.
A tradition fallen out of fashion, I find it a shame we’re not often telling ghost stories at Christmas time.