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.
Good news. Turns out we have an infinite capacity for love.
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.