|And also static cling situations.|
Before we do, some really fantastic news: my poem honouring my dad's telling of his dad's passing has been shortlisted for Arc Poetry Magazine's 2015 Poem of the Year (grand prize $5000, eep!) "By the time he hit the floor" is also about tobacco farming and bee-keeping, and there's a love story too. See it together with the other contenders—
|ridiculously '80s-tastic horse jacket: Crazy Cowgirl (Made in India), thrifted|
burgundy enamel necklace: Tuleste, My Habit
black drawstring-waist midi dress: Joe Fresh, same one in olive green here
stretch-suede cowboy boots: Donald J. Pliner Soni, My Habit
Family photos of my poem's subjects are below the jump. I'm especially grateful to my father for his generous permission to write about his life.
Coming up: more excellent-news updates on the Writings and Such page, and a page of Fragrance Free resources. (ETA: done and done!)
"By the time he hit the floor" is shortlisted for Arc's 2015 Poem of the Year. Vote for Readers' Choice until March 30. Voting is easy: click cast your vote here, choose the poem title, click Done! Thanks ever so much for your support. Feel welcome to spread the word.
|my parents, 1964|
|my grandfather, age 17, 1929|