I loved poetry before I knew anything about writing. In one of my earliest school memories, I recall being delighted by (and slightly obsessed with) the sounds in David McCord’s “Pickety Fence.” By the time I was ten years old, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I devoured poems by Sylvia Plath, Louise Glück, C.D. Wright, and so many others. Getting an MFA in poetry was the culmination of a dream. Turns out, poetry isn’t my main focus now, but I’ve kept a few of my older poems here.
Recently, my poem Swimming Down was published in The Nervous Breakdown. I’ve also been published in The Burnside Review and other literary journals.
Holly Sinclair 