Unsent Love Letter to Virginia Woolf (a poem)

[Scrawled on the steps of 46 Gordon Square, London, England, April 2014]   Dearest Vergie,   It may please you to know I took some time out of my busy itinerary today to visit you in Bloomsbury. I rang, but you must have missed the bell. that’s okay, most of us won’t even have well-wishers... Continue Reading →

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Naturally Imperfect

Usually, I try not to use social media to personally insult another commoner. Famous people, maybe--their name or promise becomes more than the person who wakes up in the middle of the night to use the toilet and finds out there's no paper on the roll. But someone else like me, just grinding through their... Continue Reading →

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