Go Ahead, Go Out in the Woods Alone, and Don't Hurry Back

As much as I'm thrilled with what the new writers in my creative writing class are starting to get to, tomorrow I'm going to lay some "Push it" on them. Looking at poems, including some really neat ones, I'm seeing too many cute endings, too much ok-I've-taken-it-out-there-now-it's-time-to-wrap-it-up. I'll try the John Fowles line on them again: "An answer," says Fowles, "is a form of death." So's an ending.