By Yvette J. Green
Recently, having finished my manuscript and starting the submission process, I felt lost. There were no images with Joan Didion shimmers around them propelling me towards my notebook. I sat at my desk and sifted through memories, hoping one would step forward and connect itself to the present. I thumbed through my thoughts, but no intense emotions requested interrogation. So I veered somewhere outside of my head, to an arts workshop sponsored by The Phillips Collection, ...
Published on May 31, 2024 04:00