Last night I dreamt that I got a new washer. The dials were gray and pointy. When I woke up I was sad. It didn’t even matter that it was Friday. That is my pattern now. Dream of things that would make me happy, wake up sad. What a desperate woman I’ve become.
Record label's auto-response said expect to hear from someone in 2-4 weeks. My question included them making money. Response time 2 hours. — janaya_martin (@jananayomama) July 8, 2015
I remember the shape of your tongue as I trailed behind you, like the thread of a shirt aching to unravel the whole damn thing…
I want to let you in on my newest adventure in book slangin’, my Etsy shop: DirtyWordy. The idea was born after a conversation with my Gram, who recommended I sell samples of my work as teasers to the larger project. She even reminded me of my first “book” – a self printed, hand-stapled, hand-stamped… Continue reading New Adventures in Book Slangin’