Cut from cords. The desert grain blinding novel arrows. Slighted for forest floors. Railroad haikus, nullify old, new. […]
Month: November 2013
Plath cherry picks her images, deepening the impact of her work. On her self, alongside the reader.
Thought about writing on Poe, for application’s writing sample. But I’m staying with Sylvia. Plath. No other writer […]
Plath serves as a universal song, as we all look for something outside and within ourselves.
Officially started my typing for a PhD application. The Personal History Statement. UC Davis, if I remember, only […]
11/26/13– 9:46pm. No contributions to narrative novel. Not today. Too into thought, classes, my career as a professor. […]
A professor down the hall, talking about chimichangas with a student. Either way, I’m in one of the […]
11/26/13– 9:02am. Leaving for café. Quite excited, I’ll disclose. Motivated by a reader’s response, this morning. Already had […]
Easy pace, this day. Sipping some LESB [Lancaster Estate Sauvignon Blanc, 2012]. 8:40p, my time. Going to bed […]
Reserved for skins watered. Taking another medicinal pour, Cabernet, after this day. 8:02am. Didn’t wake at six, […]