We cannot get from anyone else the things we need to fill the endless terrible need, not to be dissolved, not to sink back into sand, heat, broom, air, thinnest air. And so we revolve around each other and our dreams collide. Look out the window in any weather. We are part of all that glamour, drama, change, and should not be ashamed. |
WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Erma Bombeck
THURS: A Writer's Wit | Kimball Allen
FRI: My Book World | Matthew Stadler, The Sex Offender