I think I just fell asleep sitting up. I woke up at 6 this morning, in that way where nothing will put you back to bed except a swift punchContinue readingWhy I Should Probably Start Drinking Coffee
Be Kind, Revise…or the Importance of an Imaginary Knife
You rewrite your poem, perhaps because you are forced to; or maybe you feel it just doesn’t sound right. But there is always something that can be changed, a “the”Continue readingBe Kind, Revise…or the Importance of an Imaginary Knife