Poem a day for the month of May. So here's my thought -- this summer, one of the things I want to do is make my memoir more beautiful. The language more rich, more embodied, more visceral. I feel like I've slid towards the analytical side of things over the last several years, and analytical is also good, but I don't want to lose language. So I'm going to try something -- writing a poem a day for the month of May (see what I did there, with the rhyme? I so clever), in the hopes that it will help reconnect me with that part of my brain. If anyone else wants to join in, do feel free.