You make it quick for me when you get on all fours and talk dirty.
I think you living here will be a disaster, my girlfriend says again because she thinks I haven’t heard her say it the time before.
He’s thrown away conceit. He wakes up. Starts his day. Does what needs doing. The rest is dreams. Futile strivings. Farts on wishful winds.
When I laughed, I laughed like someone crying in a movie. I pushed my face in the pillow, and I laughed, and I forgot what was funny.
When I turn around, Nana stares at me like a startled bird. Dream people have nothing to say once they’re exposed. They go very still and gray—heavy, like sculptures—and dissolve.
e.e. is now doing one-on-one manuscript reads and yearlong mentorships/guidance
“I learned how to be a writer through Elizabeth.” -Chloe Caldwell
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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