Color study
"I love you so much, but go away."
"I love you so much, but go away."
An excerpt from my essay in SEARCH WORK.
After Naomi Shihab Nye's poem, "Yellow Glove" (which I read in high school, it has stayed with me all these years) A neighbor texted to say she likes my coat. She happened to look out her window as I passed. "Thank you," I said.
She was waiting for the cat to go to sleep so she could start something, or she was waiting for the cat to wake up any minute now, so she didn't start anything. * The little jars of jam he’d brought back from all over the world, none
I'm back in "the real world" as of Tuesday night.
More of a postcard than a letter this week
It took two weeks to make the studio mine
"Child, where do you traipse about in the night?"
Sunset in Amherst, VA, today is twenty-four minutes later than in Bloomfield, NJ.
Haircut panic.
Say less.
This storm is named Fern. A cat named Fern scratched Ilya once.