The Whitest Page

The irony of a blank page often haunts me it sits there white and limp taunting me. Penny for your thoughts? I usually write something then erase it, scrubbing the pink end into the paper until it has left a … Continue reading

Of Grammar and Other Things

Syntax You know my intimate details: my commas, my periods, my exclamation points. How can I hide from you? Shared syntax, parallel structure, semicolons. You know my rhythm: my iambic pentameter, a-bb-a, my ups and downs. You have read the … Continue reading