…we must learn to nest in piles of our own rejection slips and somehow effectively grab hold of the levers and buttons that control the means of writerly production…
Oh God she says
The dog has learned to spell
At the time it seemed a good idea
Dividing his ashes
A Yoga tutorial. A collapsed body. An expanded view. Peace of mind gone horribly wrong.
I watched her for ten long minutes
in Barnes & Noble.
I’m packing enough
for the impending flea market