This month I’m going to stop asking, “What day is it?” and just go with rhythms of the humid hours and short nights.
Along the way, moments of wonder arrive on Monday mornings when I read River Teeth‘s “Beautiful Things.” Compressed, dense, never ordinary, these essays are 300 or fewer words. In late July, “Beautiful Things” will publish one of my flash essays. To subscribe at no cost or read archives, visit River Teeth.
Diane LeBlanc 