dear windows on the first warm day: all winter long we longed to throw you open. not just lift, but throw. as in casting off every last grip of winter's stale encumbrance.
As a way to celebrate National Poetry Month, and also re-ignite my own writing practice, I am committing to write a poem every day in April. I'm calling the series "Ode to an Ordinary Moment." The idea is to tune my attention to the tiny, to the every day, to whatever's right under my nose. I'll post them here, but you can follow along as well on Instagram (#odetoanordinarymoment).