I wasn't sure how today would go, even though there were no distractions/commitments on the calendar. Agent rejections can do that to a writer, even the nicest of them (and yesterday's was nice, wanting to look at future work). But I guess that "It's not about me, it's about the work" taped to the top of my screen is working the way I wanted it to ( Read more... )

Guest Room

In the dark
like the inside of a paper
bag and smelling like one, too,
I rest my suitcase
on the floor beside the dresser,
reach for the pull dangling,
an onyx earring,
brass tip cool against my palm.
When I release
it drops
against the drawer
and my fingertips brush the arc
worn into the wood.
I am not the first.

--Katherine Quimby Johnson. All ( Read more... )