Please bring strange things
Here. Have some poems and some prompts. For the practice. Who knows what will happen next.
Here. Have some poems and some prompts. For the practice. Who knows what will happen next.
Writing from a floor in Chicago again. There have been many beautiful days, though I live too much in my mind.
A whole life keeps happening, even when I struggle to sit down and write about it. But it's here, it's mine. I'm trying to make it a good one. Also a poem by Gaby Calvocoressi. It's perfect.
We lost two too many this week, at least. I want to tell you about my friend. Then a poem by Andrea Gibson.
What are we doing? Embracing each other as we are? Holding onto each other for dear life? The answer is yes.