My First Journal (And Why I Won’t Burn It)

I read an article, or conversation, in the last issue of Poets and Writers I received. It was three poets discussing the freedom of destroying old journals and why they had destroyed their own. As I read the article, I felt so sad. I was sad because they had destroyed all their keepsakes from another age, and …

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Book Fest: Just Like the First Day of School

I showed up late to the Brooklyn Book Fest on Sunday, thanks to the 4 train, so I missed my 11am session. With my self esteem already wilting, I now had two hours to mingle, meet people, and take in my favorite, but scariest event of the year. I grabbed the extensive directory and took …

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