My favorite painter is Picasso I used to hate Picasso because he is so famous everyone must be wrong I thought * * * * * * * My favorite movie is Titanic
It’s been a while since I went To yoga the winter makes Me lazy I still feel optimistic About the future despite the Rejection letters it is part of the Process I know art was never
Yesterday I went to the library To pick up my reading material For the Spring semester: Bukowski, Ceravolo, Stein, W. S. Merwin, I dropped my Library card on the clerk’s desk,
I saw a starfish on the ocean’s floor, and it was not necessarily a star- fish anymore: the death of Robespierre was something of a national tragedy, far away, lost at sea.