Letters & Essays of the Day
Scraps
By Abdulah Sidran
The past wasn’t talked about, but you could feel its tentacles wherever you looked.
The past wasn’t talked about, but you could feel its tentacles wherever you looked.
What follows are the authors’ discussions on the first stirrings, the germination of a poem, or a work of fiction. Any number of headings would be appropriate: Beginnings, The Starting Point, etc. Inspiration would be as good as any.