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 […]