Last week I bought a jar of old buttons at a flea market held outside a mom and pop motel on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Gilt, leather, worn-down polished metal, square, round, oblong, this button jar has it all. I also bought a 1935 yearbook, the Ahdawagam, from Lincoln High School in Wisconsin Rapids, Wisconsin. The … Continue reading Where are you now, Skinny Arnold?
your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
“after the news of the dead, whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you” ~W.S. Merwin (September 30, 1927 – March 15, 2019)
The Good Things Black People Do, Give and Receive All Over The World
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
the literary asylum
Bipolar is my superpower
