A shepherd's daughter struggles with (or at least blathers on about) love, writing, life in New York City and teaching in The Bronx, and leaving NYC to get an MFA in Poetry.
Thursday, December 31, 1998
Sunday, December 20, 1998
Tuesday, December 15, 1998
Wednesday, December 09, 1998
Modern Music
Sunday, December 06, 1998
Sunday, November 22, 1998
Saturday, November 21, 1998
Monday, November 16, 1998
Saturday, November 14, 1998
Friday, November 06, 1998
Tuesday, November 03, 1998
Monday, November 02, 1998
Monday, September 14, 1998
Sunbathing, bowling, The Dirty Dozen and Malarkies
Wednesday, September 09, 1998
Monday, August 31, 1998
Saturday, August 01, 1998
The Journal
Here's the story: I wrote an entire journal using a Pentec purple pen. Then one day, I notice the ink was seeping through the paper and, word-for-word, copied four years worth of entries into a new journal. You see, I thought the trouble was the paper and some weird oil. Nope. It's the ink, which is now seeping through the pages of the new journal. I do not have time to copy the whole journal again, whether by hand to via typing, so I've decided to photograph the pages and upload them to the blog!
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