The restraint and intensely left-brained focus of my workday has resulted in a beautifully separate writing space. It is in fact because my job is so supremely of “control” that my poetic life has begun to flourish after hours. My psyche craves the balance of creative release after a day at the office, and the time I capture at night, in my studio apartment, becomes a verdant, nurturing thing. There is an intricate hinge between freedom and control, and for me, it is called balance. To have discovered this has opened my poetry in surprising ways.
