What Murder, She Wrote Has to Say to the First Year MFA Student

After years of dreaming of joining an MFA program, painstakingly honing a packet of 15-20 poems, and spilling into tears at my first acceptance letter, I am here inside a verdant Virginia pocket. Chapbooks lean against a folding chair in my new living room. Drafts lie piled about my desk. The coffee pot huffs hourly …

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