prose poetry as bastard?

die my pretty

The neighborhood is not glow. For some reason, dandelions have swarmed the lawns of our imaginations (and also our lawns). A vexation unseen. Everyone asks, “How do you kill the dandelions?”

Here’s one: What exactly is wrong with dandelions?

Someone relate this to writing.

Craft Notes & Random / 45 Comments
April 12th, 2010 / 5:11 pm