When I wrote my poetry thesis, it felt like everyone else was writing about Greek mythology, getting drunk at house parties, and repressed childhood memories.
Now I can’t go anywhere without seeing a themed journal about magic and astrology. Or, perhaps stranger, at the Lucky Funeral reading in Asheville a few weeks back, JD Scott read Tarot poems from his new chapbook. Themes included the moon, herbal teas & tinctures, cats lounging in apartments, and the ocean.
Freaky. Did I will these magical poetics to me in my thesis stress? Or were they there all along, floating beside me like algae?