With love and cake and
The very best of friends and — I admit it —
Some pretty rockin’ swag.
Sometimes when climbing,
I think that instead of “I do,”
I’ll yell, “Take! Jeez, Erik, take!”
corkscrew in hand
and the wine is now open
no writing tonight
dissertation falls.
pages like dainty snowflakes
scatter in the wind
no time for flowers
dalloway and her sweet life
she had it easy
What modernisms?
You mean there’s more than one?
I love undergrads.
new thesis topic:
New Historicism and
Steve Greenblatt’s Sex Life
riverrun, past Eve
and Adam’s, from swerve of shore…
Joyce was always drunk.
I know Woolf’s call number
By heart: PS6045. Still,
Avery frightens me.
Ran in the mist today,
Chilly valleys, warm ascents,
Then Scoots got a bath.