On writing community
the reason artists need to gather
The drive home from Youngstown Lit on Sunday started with a full tank of gas and not enough caffeine.
I listened to The Hard Crowd by Rachel Kushner for the second time during the first hour, namely my favorite essay, “Girl on a Motorcycle,” and tried to fight the urge to take photos of the vivid fall oak trees that lined I-76.
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