Awhile ago, a friend of mine ran into a guy who told her he wanted a woman who made him feel like a man– and this poem happened after I thought way too much about that sentence, haha! Continue reading poem: anything but a woman
I celebrate today like a new year, and this new year rolled in with a Chet Baker song and a small pour of Japanese whisky. I like them both for the same reason– their spirited fullness, their controlled depth. I want this to be a deep year, a full year, a funny-valentine year, a small-pour-of-whisky year. I want a curvy fullness– not something bloated with … Continue reading 100. small pour
