These are the posts filed under "Imperfect Prose".
Tick, tick, tick. That was me yesterday, competent and confident in my productivity, sure of my accomplishments, article written, revisions
I know exactly where my hall floor squeaks. Our house isn’t new. It has the wear of age, the look
Have you seen what I decided to name this blog? I had a sudden thought recently: I’m not sure I’ve
Sifting through the broken pieces and holding them up to the Light.
Tuesday, 15 March 2016
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Monday, 9 April 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
Friday, 11 August 2017
Monday, 31 July 2017
Wednesday, 17 May 2017
Monday, 23 July 2012
Tuesday, 22 May 2012