Reactions to seasons change are primarily symbolic. In that regard, Snow Pepper’s poems are actually quite relatable. Two lines from my longest poem, “winter,” carry a similar realization. The first line says that the winter is a time of transition for people. “Winter fades light,” this line conveys to me, as a modern-day poem writer, that a good chunk of my thoughts often fall into the thinking that the majority of people have about the end of winter, which on other occasions has translated into a losing battle between the three phases of life, school, job, and household “departure.” Since my poem is about transitioning in the modern perspective, I always realize that although we may be feeling the feelings of sorrow, the end of winter is a time for me to, much like it does with the reader, enjoy the winter at home by furnishing it with as many cozy gifts for myself as possible. This casual dialogue between myself and a virtual literary patient has been of help for me as I struggle with the only-seeming antithesis of a reviewer’s review. A critic could have an understanding of my work, but a review can’t completely validate how I am feeling about my own writing. For example, In Sauble she says, “I like to think that I understand that for a myriad of reasons, the poem was written in a small and ultimately insubstantial manner, painting the artist as a good-humored twinkling flower in an invisible winter at sunset that has all other imperfections erased.” I also often wondered about this kind of sentiment, even though this characterization isn’t true; it is my interpretation based on the fact that I never attempted to provide the reader a space to extrapolate the meaning of the poem. By analogy, though I do agree with M. C., as I stated earlier, I get very much joy from the simple act of creating! I would not even consider it a challenge to create something that is not only timely, but also fulfills the immediate and complete desire to make a piece of art. This makes it easy to observe myself as a writer, since the concept is universal: being a writer opens a wide variety of creative avenues for ourselves. This form is actually what is in unison with my latest body of work. I produce an album written in my relatively newfound craft that revolves around the phrase “Stupid Things” with a majority of the populating poems as well as some kind of reference to a musical act. In that regard, my own personal emotion is most strongly linked to the stanza as the events in the poem are framed in a way that highlights them with which I become an emotional investor and fan of the conversation with myself. Of course, the month in which “Stupid Things” comes out isn’t a normal month, but it is my choice and what sparks the process of writing poetry with which I have become a fan of myself