Call for Submissions
It's amazing that my little online review has brought such richness into my shabby life, almost like owning a used bookstore long ago—just a few musty rooms in a ramshackle building downtown where I can sit quietly with an old alley cat I've tamed and wait for surprises to come through the door.
Just last night I opened the mail and there was this note sent by a woman from—oh, it doesn't matter where from. But she said how much she loved CPR and, in particular, the emotional work that maintains such tension between rawness and craft.
There it is. The cat leapt into my lap and began purring.
Please send more.