my (small press) writing day

  A good poem starts with a walk, while my day starts with burnt espresso. I generally wake up around 8 (sometimes later) thanks to my lux...

  I’ve been waiting about a decade to become a morning person. At first I assumed my need for sleep was just because of puberty. Then beca...

What you see is a picture of my desk with about half its usual amount of clutter and chaos. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some p...

As another November ends in which I have utterly failed at NaNoWriMo, I find myself looking at others’ word counts piling up and can’t help ...