As a lover of all things partial, imagined, minced and mangled, poorly understood, too brief, their meanings mixed & strangled; as the maker of several unfinished sweaters, a murder of unfinished poems [yes they take the same collective noun as crows. I know this because I made it up], and the zombiefied corpse of an unfinished novel, I am pleased to bring you…
BEST HITS OF 2024 WHICH STARTED THREE DAYS AGO:
Best decision: Handwarmers taped to my toes.
Biggest strength: Decisiveness. “Mama can I call one of the trees Gail?” — “Yes,” I replied. Gail it is, mofos.
Biggest disappointment: