(Sitting at the table on a Tuesday morning, drinking hot chocolate and eating vegan french toast from homemade bread, reading Michael Dickman.)
Today I contemplate Michael Dickman, the Portland poet. Look at that sexy half smile:
And then there's John D'Agata, poster boy for creative nonfiction:
And my recent favorite, Helen Maria Williams, saucy lady:
If they are not sexy, then I would like them to have a big cat, like Ray Bradbury:
Or maybe just big glasses:
Angela Carter
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