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.
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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