I make lists. It’s what I do. I also take unsmiling pictures of myself. Shoot me. I write a lot more journal-y stuff than poetry. But trust me: I’m a poet. I have the binders. A degree. The tortured soul to prove it. But back to this thing about lists. I often think of young [...]
On Guilt
I read this today. A couple of weeks ago this traveled with me on a few morning runs. And I thought about how I was feeling not many weeks ago about this. Bad thoughts ran through my head all three times for which I felt guilty–are you *bleeping* serious?! I can think of no curse [...]
