What Nikky Finney Taught Me About Being A Poet

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It was a slow, late summer morning. Everyone was either gone to school or work, and I was at home on a PTO day. After walking the dog, I fixed a bowl of oatmeal, scrambled eggs, orange slices, and a cup of tea. I turned on the “big TV” in the living room and spread my plush blankets across the leather couch (because I …