Three Houses
1. Every morning and evening, on my way to work and back, I walk past e.e. cummings’ childhood home. I would say the house is …
1. Every morning and evening, on my way to work and back, I walk past e.e. cummings’ childhood home. I would say the house is …
The day began cloudy, and the high was fifty-four degrees. I opened all the windows in our apartment and threw on long underwear and a …
The first boy who ever liked me would pinch his forearm when he talked to me. Pinch, pinch, pinch, over and over as if he …
“I thought you said you were going to put his entire head in your mouth.” “What? No way, that’d be disgusting!” “That’s what you said …
Someday, I will stop being a tool by reading the poetry that is prescribed to me by Garrison Keillor, Ltd. But until that day, you …
Monthly Archives: October 2007