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? 



How do I apply for jobs in a city that I’ve never visited? I have to rely so heavily upon the internet and the integrity of the two-page document by which potential employers may gauge my abilities. I feel uneasy about leaving anything up to others, but are my resume and cover letter others? Or digital extensions of myself?

For the purposes of finding a cool job, I will imagine that they are the latter.