A website modestly entitled “The Best Damn Creative Writing Blog…Period” recently collected questions from readers about doing an MFA. They sent me the questions, and I responded to each one. Then, much like the trick where one whisks away a table cloth, leaving the items on the table in tact–I swiped the questions and stitched the piece together into this article about why and how I went about doing my MFA.
The piece begins:
The circumstances that brought me back to poetry, and subsequently to an MFA degree, were not common. In fact, the doctors told me what my wife and I experienced was a one-in-one-thousand occurrence. After the death of our infant son, poetry became the only language that made sense to me.