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I am I? Who is this I. This supposed person. The wolf-girl yips and whinges. I just got back from AWP. It was as ever blindingly astonishing and also just plain exhausting. I got to spend time with...
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I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless, nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple, desperate,...
View Articlein which I do not grade the papers
1. The sun is finally out. 2. It’s bloody cold. 3. I woke up with light in my face, smiling, thinking “sunny day” rhymes with “bonne idée”! and I am remaining perversely cheerful despite the facts...
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There have been real betrayals of women by other women—by women who supposedly shared a similar feminist spirit and vision and by women whom one once called friends. Women have also held unrealistic...
View Article(in the dream)
This time my dad asks me about a divorced female friend, whether she is dating. But his voice is so suspicious I wearily turn on him and decide to have it out for once, instead of ignoring his hints,...
View Articleand a white blue-bell
But riotous as were those days, the great love of all our lives was getting to be conscious. Anne and I were always together. We wanted to walk about with our arms round each other’s waists, but our...
View Articlethe eye of the wax doll
“Sometimes still it hits me, usually around 3 am. I wake up sick and can’t believe that what I did was so bad I deserved to be ditched that hard.”
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