i submitted six poems via email to the new yorker. i'm planning to submit a short story to mcsweeney's, dave eggers' magazine, and a short story to the paris review.
i'd really like to be published.
like js foer or eggers. those two are pretty genius writers.
anyway. if you want you can read the story here: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2272815/1/. it's called "what it really feels like to have a cold wind biting your face and nobody to love" and i wrote it about this girl named ****** and it really freed me from her, in a sense. or allowed to see a future in which i wouldn't be manacled by her manicism. is that a word?
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