Sari Botton | Longreads | February 2015
A year ago this month the world lost an incredible talent. Maggie Estep, a great writer—and before that, slam poet/performance artist—died suddenly, a month shy of 51. 3,825 more words
How many miles to Brooklyn?
Three score miles and ten—
Can I get there by subway at night?
Yes, and back again—
If your feet are nimble and light… 1,131 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
Tales of Passing Time
“My father sold the complete rights for one guinea. Boosey, the publisher, made thousands. Sir Charles Stanford, who drew a royalty as the composer, also collected a very large sum. 51 more words
“That my father is a poet has, at least, saved me from any false reverence for poets.”
— Robert Graves, Goodbye to All That
1 month, 1 week
30, Fabulous, & Broke.
When I think of running away, I think of New York.
I imagine the giant skyscrapers hiding me beneath their feet. The hustle of the people coming to and from destinations. 339 more words
I’m having trouble sticking with one read right now. There are a lot of contributing factors, including my limited amount of available reading time and the fact thatreading on the train suddenly makes me sick. 559 more words
1 month, 3 weeks