GIFT OF THE BOOK lights go off all over rhode island everyone falls into bed I stay awake reading rereading the long-awaited prose of your body stunned by the hunger
C.D. Wright
Sorry to add to the noise but why tf are we trying to grow vegetables in space when we can't even do it right on earth?
I'm such a slut for tracking my steps, can't stop won't stop
One beautiful thing I learned this week is when you earth your body connects to the same electromagnetic frequency as the earth, nullifying your own. I may be getting the science wrong, but how poetic...
Had a dream last night that I ate a peach. Thank you brain, I really needed that peach.
Trying to be more myself this year in everything I write and do, this is something so hard to learn but the only thing that matters when it comes down to it
Have a good feeling about this year though...see how it turns out on substack
It's that time of year again when I have a burst of creative energy and set large intentions for writing and newsletter-ing which I then fail to accomplish
In Brooklyn for the next few days and very much itching to go hear poetry or music...recs for this end of year desire?
Talk to me about y'all's first readers or the first time you read something new and raw to someone...
Manifesting a BIG acceptance...why not!!!
It is finished!!!!
I will write this paper I will write this paper I will write this paper I will write this paper I will
Hi, I'm here to find the writers, and friends, hopeful that this will go well, here I am: including but not limited to lesbian lands print culture, fresh tomatoes still warm from the sun with salt, commas as the only punctuation, submerging in bodies of water, martinis, & the shame/desire continuum
So I watched this incredibly average movie last night about a writer who brings her boyfriend (not a writer) with her to a swanky writer's retreat and...you know how that ends. Why would you do this??? Isn't the point to get away and have time to write or socialize with other writers...I just can't
My landlord is playing accordion downstairs for the second time today. Follow along for more
See how I have two brain cells. Context: his studio is below my apt.
It is seminar paper hell week and I have two brain cells left, meanwhile my landlord plays his accordion every morning
