99 Writing Problems, but a Bitch Ain't One

People who don't know me very well are often surprised to hear that I'm one foul-mouthed . . . woman. Perhaps no one expects a 5'4" female poet-professor to have the talent to make Yosemite Sam blush. Whatever. I'm very proud of my ability to drop F-bombs not just between words, but between syllables. It just feels good. However, it makes teaching hard. One must keep things professional. There are two words I do allow myself to use in class: bullshit and bitch.



Listen: I'm a freaking poet...