This summer I have been given the exciting opportunity to intern at Lewis & Clark College at Watzek Library in Special Collections and Archives. The college has recently acquired the … Continue reading Processing the Literary Estate of Mystery Author X
Crawling on hands and knees, this tunnel stretches through eternity.
He wades along the shore, living off the sea, never feeling the hot sand between his toes.
Ugliness is a human’s favorite pet. He is trained to heel, sit, and attack. We feed him the scraps of others.
If I return to the wild, I will be alone.
I remember hay in my hair.
I remember my first kiss, we were at the buses and he accidentally kissed my ear.
I remember acne
I remember listening to elvis on on my walkman.
I remember hiding in my room at my dads and him coming in to ask what was wrong; I always said I was tired.
I remember singing hymns with my grandma
I remember biting my nails
I remember Michael Jordan
I remember kissing my husband until 11 on the beach, ignoring my mom’s angry phone calls.
The world haunts my subconscious in the dead of night and the peak of day. If only I were a priest.