I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not.
I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered.
I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died.
I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.
No, thank you!
I still feel a lump in my throat when I read this poem. It’s almost a year since we went there. A year! Shit! Beautiful poem, Ally, as always. I miss you like crazy
I miss you too, ducks. And I owe you an email.