--if the slush pile of grant proposals at the National Institutes of Health is deeper than the stacks of manuscripts in agents' offices
--if the man passed out in his own vomit on this morning's metro received medical attention
--what the woman in the fur-lined parka was screaming in the alley
--why the tornado only took trees and not lives
--why we marginalize our mentally ill to the streets
--how to keep grace alive
Just wondering... Peace, Linda
Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
No words are adequate
Poetry sometimes inspires prose, or vice versa... words spun from mourning my friend appear this day at SIX SENTENCES
Also found out a drabble* of mine is accepted into Boston Literary Magazine's Best of Boston Chapbook and will appear online in June.
Peace, Linda
*A drabble you ask? A story complete in 100 words. Try it - for fun. Harder than it looks...
Also found out a drabble* of mine is accepted into Boston Literary Magazine's Best of Boston Chapbook and will appear online in June.
Peace, Linda
*A drabble you ask? A story complete in 100 words. Try it - for fun. Harder than it looks...
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