The Real Katie Kerr
No bells, no whistles. This is me—no strings attached.
triptych
a day in summer
rain in the morning the sun breaks free, transient rain has come again
a warm and calming tempest vital, feverish but blossoms now are fleeting
wind, a subtle chill it presses down, life and death cold is on the march
pity the man who fights it.
rain in the morning the sun breaks free, transient rain has come again
a warm and calming tempest vital, feverish but blossoms now are fleeting
wind, a subtle chill it presses down, life and death cold is on the march
pity the man who fights it.
on editing
"I decided that I didn't really want to be a writer anymore. I'm much happier tearing down the work of other writers, who are not as talented as I am, but also not as paralyzed. Any artistic frustration I have now, I just take out on them." – Josh, Kissing Jessica Stein
bile
These are the things, then,
which we self-endowed gods must prize
above our own creations:
Jealousy, Obsequity, Betrayal, Sin
of any sort that suits our affected moods.
My bile is thicker than your blood.
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