Theodore Roethke, “What Can I Tell My Bones”
These are dark days, both literally and metaphorically. It
Stones in the Sun
Theodore Roethke, “What Can I Tell My Bones”
These are dark days, both literally and metaphorically. It
Theodore Roethke, “What Can I Tell My Bones”
These are dark days, both literally and metaphorically. It
Hi Elaine!
Could you please fix it so my handle here appears as glovefox rather than with my name? A close friend of The Bastard Ex Boyfriend (TBex) found my blog through Blogsisters and the last thing I want is for TBex’s clique to even be aware that I am blogging! I know I know–why blog if I don’t want ppl to read it etc etc but there’s always the safety of pseudonyms and anonymity. I don’t mind the blogsisters knowing but for privacy from prying eyes of TBex spies (heavens! that rhymed!) could you please make the adjustments?
Why do we write
Why do you think it is we write? It is obviously neither the money, nor the fame. I don