Sherrie Flick

Archive for February 2009

The world is made of houses, and I sit on the very edge. The dog falls asleep.

February 22, 2009

February 22, 2009

The typewriter’s clacking, it helps Margot, the pressing of keys, the tripping through language to find puncuation–the exclamation mark, the comma–to find the end, a word that means forgiveness.

February 22, 2009

February 22, 2009

Apple-Pear-Ginger Pie.

February 4, 2009