“More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.”
In which Emma does some heavy thinking and then shows some pictures.
In which Emma talks about poetry and music and being in awe of it all.
In which Emma provides little commentary on her AWP experience and a whole lotta pictures which are kinda belated.
Telling the story that is not mine to tell.
I’ve always been fascinated by empty rooms, if only because they seem to be pure potential: anything could have happened there. Anything could happen there. As I child, I did what all children do. I filled empty spaces with stories. There was a family of fairies in the unused storage closet. In the space outside …
Emma rants, and offers a Neruda poem.
In which Emma offers a poem by the amazing Lucille Clifton.
In which Emma moans about kidney stones and shows you some pictures to make up for it.
In which Emma offers a number of photographs from her week in Bowling Green.