Proto-Flash Fiction From Ancient Summer
The Everyday Loves and Beauty of Inanna—Found in 4,000 year-old Clay Tablets
The Everyday Loves and Beauty of Inanna—Found in 4,000 year-old Clay Tablets
I’ve got this house in the desert. They won’t find us there. You can wear a rose in your hair. Tomorrow is close, still small, still inert.
My daughter M went to a nuthouse in San Clemente and all I got was this lousy metal keychain with CALIFORNIA writ large the blue of the sea under a gold-and-orange/red sun.
The trick is finding who to be like. It’s a natural inclination to admire those loud, flinging their arms up types, those who like how their own voice tastes.