Katie’s Blog: Essays, News, Marginalia
:: Starting a new novel is never easy. At some point, you just have to write the first word.
:: But I’ve started to notice something over the past months since I’ve been walking whenever I can. Sometimes people don’t understand why someone would want to walk.
Little Girl A little girl sits on the adjacent bus, smudged skin, brown-black eyes, hair just like mine. Her face presses against the grimy glass, she is dreaming of asphodel. I'm staring at myself, and she can't see me through the glass. The buses shift. She lifts...
:: Welcome to this month’s writing roundup, where I revisit pieces I published during the past month.
:: I can promise you that students will read this book and have a epiphanic experience.
:: Don’t trust any person who only shows you the pretty pictures.