Posts
I am always unhappy if I'm not writing. And when I am writing, I am not finished yet, and so I am wanting to write more and finish. But I never ever want to be finished because then I am not writing.
-Nin Andrews
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
My glittery trail
Author
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(540)
-
▼
December
(60)
- Wheatena
- Snow Bake
- Sugary Snow
- Poetry
- Stéphane Mallarmé
- The Night Abraham Called to the Stars
- Peter Conners
- Mark Halliday
- Carmen Hererra
- Jeanette Winterson
- Spontaneous Breasts
- Transmission
- Blonde Envy
- Edna O'Brien
- Left and Right
- Walking Around
- Coffee With Milk
- Chinese Proverbs
- Sunday Walk
- Gustave Flaubert
- Kenneth Patchen
- Gramercy Tavern Gingerbread
- Great Blue
- Raw Paw
- I Object To Violence
- Bad People
- The Glimpse Of Something In The Oven
- Conversation With The Soul
- Two Sisters
- I Work Standing
- Orange
- Sharon Olds
- Bathing in Your Brother’s Bathwater
- Nin Andrews
- Mario's Magic
- Poet Nin Andrews
- Adrian Mitchell
- Swamp Man
- Kenneth Rexroth
- Albert Camus
- Winter Soup
- Cowgirls
- Snapshots
- Meredith Monk
- December 4th
- Mary Karr
- December 3rd
- Dawn
- Listening
- Mailing a Poem
- Call and Answer
- Jane Hirshfield
- Mirabai
- Sweet Dreams
- Elephant Eternity
- Adrian Mitchell
- Human Beings
- Mother Of Bread
- Wendell Berry
- Rexroth
-
▼
December
(60)
No comments:
Post a Comment