Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I saw myself sitting at a slab table eating a giant bowl of author’s names, almost like alphabet soup or the bits on Sesame Street when Cookie Monster would eat the letter “C”. Using a silver soup ladle I ingested Atwood, Bronte, Robbins…sending them through my digestive tract and later my bloodstream…eventually making it up to the part of the brain that controls creative thought.
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Chrissy, welcome to Alaska.
Thanks for your comment - the radishes really need a new home.
I like your writing. I'll be back to visit you here again.
Thanks, and likewise!
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