Februaryness

I had a long elaborate dream about working that actually felt like work and it was followed by a second dream about eating milkshake flavored ice cream with hot fudge sauce. It was really great ice cream, even though it wasn't real.

I am (finally) working on the winter issue of blossombones. All final selections have been made and I'm getting my shit together. I love these poems. Love them. Can't wait for you to read it.


I am feeling reckless. I would like to cut my hair short and wear a vintage dress with a torn hem.