Some Days the Words Won't Come - and That's Okay
Lately, I’ve been caught in a writing slump. Not writer’s block exactly—more like a heavy silence. I'm trying not to force anything. Forcing it only makes the silence more stubborn. I know this will pass. It always does. But when you're someone who uses writing to process the weight of the world, silence feels heavy. I’ve been trying to lean into stillness instead of panicking. To let the poems come when they’re ready, even if that means staring at blank pages for a while. To stay connected with the creative part of me, I’ve been revisiting past poems—some I’ve nearly forgotten writing. This week, I reread “Lost Humanity,” a piece I published in April, and it felt especially relevant. Poem Spotlight: “Lost Humanity” Read it here: Lost Humanity – Broken Echoes This poem reads like a dispatch from the edge of civilization; post-apocalyptic in setting, but emotionally rooted in something very human: grief. It opens abruptly: “All there is now is wasteland / With a few...