When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Being was already a thing. There were wishes, though, big ones.
Winter: Meet Santa.
Summer: Go to the beach.
#childhood
…actually, why not?
…actually, why not?
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Being was already a thing. There were wishes, though, big ones.
Winter: Meet Santa.
Summer: Go to the beach.
#childhood
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
Essays, notes & interviews on why literary fiction matters to human living
small press. great publishing.
but don't take my word for it
Home hub & scribble space of Prose Writer & Poet Kristiane Weeks-Rogers (she/hers), author of poetry collection: 'Self-Anointment with Lemons'.
A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other
three good words 