phosphorescence
phosphorescence by cynthia cruz photographs of photographs and polaroids of stacks of books on fragments and photographs and pamphlets on letters sent and imminent collisions. what the body does not
from the paris review; poems
i’ve been receiving newsletters from the paris review for a while now, and one of the nice things about that is that it includes a daily poem. i would say
writing prompts
a short list of links to websites containing hundreds of writing prompts — you know, if you’re stuck
nadar, the first aerial photographer “what purity of lines, what extraordinary clarity of sight in the smallness of this microcosm where everything appears to us with the exquisite impression of
2018 … and now nearly 2019
i’m ashamed to have to acknowledge that i’ve been allowing this blog to lie fallow for almost a year now. and that after my last post which was a grandiose
i think it would be fair to say that this hasn’t been the most wonderful of years for a lot of people. if there had been any lingering doubts about