kristy bowen | writer & book artist

Am working today on some final edits for some of the play projects underway and have been thinking about the ways that my plays are differing from other writing exploits. Poetry is something that feels like an interior language in many ways, having been at it since I was fifteen scribbling poems about cats and boys in a blue lock diary. It seems to be where my mind wanders whenever I am conceiving a new project, mostly because it familiar and, whatever style or format the project is leaning towards, I know my way around and through. my lines get longer, shorter, disappear entirely in prose poems, but the methods and codes of writing poetry are much the same, no matter what your line lengths, forms, and the way it sits on the page. Less  what you write, especially in my case, where poems get more narrative and story-based, When I was reading through some of the poems in the new book, deciding what to read for a virtual reading  I did Monday night, it occurred to me how similar ...