Tile Book Concept, Tile #005- 10/3/2010

I also had big dreams for myself.

As a child, I’d sit by the window on rainy days, staring outside until the trees looked like veins across the sky. In that blur, I envisioned the best “me” a seven year old could:

Freewrite: Snow that isn’t Snow.

From the writer’s workshop at the Astoria Bookshop.  Unedited. Terribly punctuated. It’s gold, people. HA HA HA. What the hell do you mean, “Snow that isn’t snow”.  I mean, seriously.  I’m thinking of ashes in my eyelashes, thinking of debris, thinking of standing outside on the curb because my house has just burned down. It’s […]