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A response to the opinion of a much-loved creative writing prof.

Poems used to pounce on me from out of nowhere on my way home from school.

Metapoetry. I dig it.

I was nuts when I wrote this, and others. No. I mean it. The wall growled at me.

An epitaph for my grandfather, who was truly the salt of the earth and the pillar from which we all clung.

Read the poem and interpret as you will.

Brooke Wake Writing