In which Emma takes a lot of cold medicine and gets deep with her thoughts.
In which Emma talks about some Seriously Exciting Things and gives so many links your head may explode with all the awesome.
In which Emma examines the mind of Graduate School Emma, who, because she didn’t appreciate Jack Gilbert, clearly had lost her mind.
In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
In which I describe the intensity of the most intense week I’ve ever had EVER (NOTE: actual intensity of said most intense week is not guaranteed).
In which Emma offers photo-documentation of her part in the 2001: A Space Odyssey Live-Tweet Endurance Race.
In which Emma provides little commentary on her AWP experience and a whole lotta pictures which are kinda belated.
In which Emma shares the results of her in-class poetry exercise. You heard her. In-class exercise.
Here’s one of the reasons I love Bob Dylan: Bob Dylan is the honey badger of singer-songwriters. Now, after typing that, I admit that I realize two things: Things move really, really fast on the Internets when it comes to what’s hot and what’s not, and the honey badger? Not so much hot anymore. And …
In which Emma supports a truly awesome chapbook.