The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: November, 2014

Late Fall

In which I get afraid of dying and so begin flinging myself precariously over the internet.

Gobble Gobble

(and gobble some more. Then, poof, it’s gone.)


A Letter to my Former Teacher

which I sent into the world

and, longingly, wish to hear back

What to do when not Facebooking

eat string cheese