The Bench
(In which I attempt to restore non-life-like qualities to non-life-like things.)
(In which I attempt to restore non-life-like qualities to non-life-like things.)
In which my soul smokes too many cigarettes, and the photographer never shows.
The writer has removed this because she realizes all her poems are about
FOOD.
The writer has removed this because she realizes all her poems are about
FOOD.
Yay! I’m a featured poet.
Go here.
Then, find the Summer/Fall Issue.
Click on Full Preview.
Read all the other good stuff.
Find me on page 28ish.
Sometimes life isn’t one click away;
sometimes it’s like three.
And that’s OKAY.
Thanks for reading.
Xo.
(And I promise I won’t start centering everything.)