I just learned I was accepted to the MFA program I wanted. That’s great news.

There is a type of poem I call a “ham” (there is a story behind this which I will not relate here). They are simple poems talking about kids, togetherness, holidays… warmth. I love them. They aren’t trying to be anything other than a fragile statement of appreciation cast into the winds of chaos.

I hope I encounter ham poems during this MFA and I’m serious. I want to hug those poems and bask in the glow of just such a pure thing. Heaven is likely made of ham poems.

On the flip side I know I will encounter lots of overly ornate poetry as well, which I just tend to skip in my own reading. I know I will have to build up reading stamina to get through them. This should be good for me.