In the beginning there was the pink backpack, miniaturized for a kindergartner’s small frame. In the backpack was a brown paper bag lunch: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an apple, a granola bar. And a note on a scrap of white paper. No words –this was a kindergartner who didn’t yet know how to … Continue reading Turn around, turn around
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On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
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your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
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If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
the literary asylum
