Self-Portrait at Twenty-Six: Lake Wanda Rieta 1. the ocean There's this photo that John took when we were on the beach in Pensacola. In it I am alone...
How I wasted my three wishes: 1. I was brave enough to tell her I was gay, but then ran chickenshit into the arms of another woman, and forced her to...
Sylvia Plath makes me feel uncool. When I read real writing, I feel like nothing I've done in my life amounts to anything. I feel like my writing has...