My cousin and I are in matching dresses with purple buttons, lavender yarn in our braids. Our mothers take us to Sears Portrait Studio, where we sit together in front of a marbled blue sky. I’m into it, all of it.
Becoming a poet means to think about delight and distress with equal poise. Becoming a poet means to embrace the child of your imagination where resentment is understood.
Mood Indigo is like watching the death of imagination through the colorful lens of a fast-paced, surreal love story. Luckily, Michel Gondry is the one to deliver the bad news...
A perfectionist who claws for each word, I could use a little spontaneity. How tempting to try loosening up, to compose wildly, undisciplined, the “crazier the better.” To accept that I’m a genius all the time.