Self Pity, a Poem by Alma Hall

I would like a red carpet into Heaven for all that I’ve done, A flying carpet into Heaven for all that I’ve done, And when it’s hard in Heaven, and when I’m angry in Heaven, I would like to sit in a cherry tree and eat and touch the clouds. I may forgive you but

Heaven and Earth in Jest: Hope Springs in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

The first time I read Annie Dillard, it was aloud with my college roommate. She had read Dillard before. She asked if we could read it together. My college roommate was awkward like me, and had odd requests at times for oddly intimate experiences like reading together. This was something few other people asked from

Love Is Not All

My stepdad used to tell me that I thought life happened somewhere between “once upon a time” and “happily ever after,” even though I used to pride myself on being “realistic” about my romantic prospects in particular. I have come as close to being a-romantic and asexual as possible without identifying as such. I still