Too soon for spring flowers, too soon to even think of spring, but the year has turned, and the mind turns with it. For a poet or a fiction writer, every day is a beginning. There's no map. It's all uncharted territory. And there have been other "prints" before us. We have to face our betters--that jealousy, or "professional fear" that we have to acknowledge as ours.from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: March is a turning point
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