Blocked: A Day-Old Memoir
October 28, 2019Essay by Gina Hanson
I like first-person headshots possibly more than I like writing.
I like first-person headshots possibly more than I like writing.
We don’t know who buries us.
An artist of innuendo she imagines praise in her flight.
Have always in mind that the world is like you dream it.
The snake had pulled himself mostly under the pallet and was peeking out, flicking the air with his tongue.
Well, if you have lost your mind, blame Union Carbide. Blame the Atomic Bomb.
My aunt’s attitudes reminded me of the cultural practice of senicide, abandoning the aging to die.