There was a time where inspiration was slogging through the trenches of work. I realized through work that inspiration could become a practice. During the times of blockage I wrote badly about being blocked.

Here's a thought - Make a copy of your exquisite flow from past poetry and a copy of something recent work. Print the two. Fold it and place in an envelope. Stamp and post it to yourself enclosed with some of your wishes. See what happens.

Thoughts?