Monthly Archives: June 2009

One right after the other.  Emily every day, each day more horrible than the next.  And more amusing. #410, c. 1862 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible — had been endured — I … Continue reading →

Good morning.  Sweltering day.  It’s getting so I can’t even sit on the porch anymore.  Drat.  I have come to rely on this space.  The heat makes me write faster because I can’t wait to return to the refuge of … Continue reading →

What are the chances?  I chose a poem yesterday by flipping randomly through the pages of my book.  Didn’t like what I came up with so waited a day and tried again.  Random flipping, random flipping, and asking:  ”Emily, what … Continue reading →