Civil Rights Off the Shoulder
Poets are taught never to explain a poem before delivering it. This is one of those times I'm breaking that rule - mainly because I don't...
Sinking
Oh, Virginia! How I wanted to love you, but I could only ever love the idea of you. Your writing, in college, in all the women's lit...
Of Flowers and Beds
I am a manic, monkey-minded creature, forever on the lookout for ways to achieve a sense of calm. I invest in books with names like Color...
Scratching on Freud
I haven't been reading much Kerouac this week. Or doing any new writing. Spent most of my time playing addictive word games on a Kindle....
