at night you told me to look at the stars and i did. and you said count them you said that's how much you loved me. but when the sun came up and the morning entered i tried counting the stars but they weren't there. in ode to heartbreak and to all the nights where all i would do is cry. Complete!!
Ursula Felon is alone. Really alone. If that name wasn't enough to make you laugh at her, everyone around who has ever entered her life made her feel insignificant and worst of all, ugly. Even her own mother. Everyone that is, except for Tom, the miraculous Ken doll Prince Charming that came into her life so beautiful...
Don't judge a painting by it's cover! There's more conspiracies that lie behind an outspoken picture than you think. Just wait and see what happens to a lonely girl who winds up revealing a part of her unfinished past...
Why do we remember what we remember? As Ann Elizabeth Carson looks back at the long laundry line of her life strung with memories, in a rare combination of visceral, sensuous prose and poetry she explores how many Western women lived and were shaped by the 20th century. Laundry Lines: A Memoir in Stories and Poems co...
