The Lettuce
carriejonesbooks The Lettuce Again this summer I’ve forgotten to harvest the lettuce that we planted when the ground was barely workable, warm enough to support the tenderness of seedlings, brown, pale,…
The Lettuce
Everything Makes Us Scared
Everything Makes Us Scared The professor and his wife argue about the party though they love each other. Chairs are meant to be where exactly on the porch? Burgers pre-made…
A Wish, a Grammy Barnard Poem
So, this week I’ve decided to read one of my grandmother’s poems instead. Full disclosure: I have a lot of grandmothers and they are all dead and this one was…
“You Aren’t Allowed To Write About Me”
“You Aren’t Allowed To Write About Me” If by aren’t allowed, you mean you forbid it, then who are you to forbid? If by write, you mean think, tell stories,…
Mean People Suck
Mean People Suck She is driving, in her car, with the sticker MEAN PEOPLE SUCK Stuck on the bumper. She hasn’t yet peeled The sticker off, though she promised herself…