“Nearly everything that inspires me both eternally and in the moment is present in one non-hierarchical heap. Or several heaps. A letter from a man in prison who seems to have read some of my poems–he sent me some of his own, written with a pen especially designed so that it cannot be a weapon.”
D. A. Powell writes a few paragraphs about (and takes a couple pictures of) his workspace.
Also be sure to check out “The Rumpus Original (Supersized) Combo With D. A. Powell.”
