Grandmother’s Poems
carriejonesbooks They are words fading, written in bright blue pen. Ball point. They are words scrawling across the page, the closer in time they are to me, the messier they become.…
poetry
Professors I Have Hated and Loved
I only hated two professors in college. One because he was misogynist buttface who only liked guys and was openly derisive about women being incapable of creating art because we…
The Poet Who Saw Me – Wednesday Writing Wisdom
When I was a kid at Bates College, I spent a lot of my time feeling like less. My family had been kind of poor after my step-father died. My…