by Grace Dignazio

It’s hard to believe it’s already spring. The season promises growth and rebirth, yet arrives in the midst of a particularly devastating historical moment, and that sense of renewal feels almost impossible to access against a backdrop of atrocities and the erosion of democracy unfolding on an international stage. As artists and writers, we are often tasked with registering what resists language. Lately, I’ve found that responsibility especially difficult, and for the past few weeks, writing itself has felt out of reach. And yet, here we are—National Poetry Month—perhaps an opportunity to return to practice as a way of staying with this moment.