In which Emma realizes that the world just looks better through Instagram.
In which Emma discusseth the great peril which befallest all as the semester crawleth to a close, and after one hath spent four months writing a poem a day.
Emma goes over the week that was, plus a day, since it was, well, a WEEK.
In which Emma reflects on her time at the Auburn Writers Conference.
The terminology war, and what we can learn if we put down our linguistic weapons and listen to what a grade-school choir can teach us.
In which Emma raises the problem of poetry and the general public and begins to consider how one can solve it.
In which Emma contemplates regionalism in creative writing and poses the question: how do we get arts education back in education?