Have you ever thought of your notebook as your best friend? That friend who doesn’t judge you.
In my head I’m sitting at Emily Dickinson’s north facing window. The page is mine.
I wonder what Emily Dickinson would have thought about jazz.
I wonder if, in heaven, Miles Davis and Emily are properly acquainted.
Meanwhile the north facing window overtakes the page.
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
