written while working for the transit authority of dreams. she spends her days in new jersey, her nights on elephant island in antarctica. she enjoys dark coffee with cream, sad quiet music (acoustic is best), and staring at the sea, preferably while standing in it.

on the title of the blog: you pocket the anvil of memory and then you sink straight to the bottom.

i think i have three souls
one for love one for poetry and one for acting out my insane self
kenneth koch.