i.e. The window, say the window shattering on a arm Say any given home/ river/ one town over/ loose stone Let loose [of course, towns grow like shattering Say prove the towns…
What is wrong with Emily Brontë? I want to make a house in her brain. I'm scared! I can't tell you too much, because my sister is reading the book now and I don't want to spoil anything.
Errata I’m a little punchy after all the lines and torture-lite. And since this isn’t glitter underneath my nails, pass me an emery board and the strip brush—
Yes, you are obliged to tell the men you’re sleeping with regularly that you’re not sleeping with them exclusively. There are no exceptions to this rule.
Guaranteed to Work Throughout Its Useful Life Okay, leverage it in an awesome way. 1. Open the onboarding manual, even if your paradigm shift is mission-critical. 2. Matrix memo: you…
Questions for the Quest Zirconza of the Blest Flare wanted her someday sometime soon. How was she—with those flinty fingers—supposed to feed those slippy fishes? That was the first question.
Something in the Water Verboten, casual, Katrina-slash-this-is-the-writer’s-life poem, another rule breaker best abandoned. At sea. Overboard in a wine bottle, in a milk jug float.