One Is One by Marie Ponsot
Hello, February. We both know what this month means, my heart and I. One Is One Marie Ponsot Heart, you bully, you punk, I'm wrecked, I'm shocked stiff. You? you still try to rule the world--though I've got you: identified, starving, locked in a cage you
Between by Marie Ponsot
1. I've lost my mind sometime between the hour of the 35-degree heat and the death of Kuya Cesar, whose significance in my life mattered more than that of Vonnegut's. I can't remember right now how he died - Kuya Cesar,
The Problem of Fiction by Marie Ponsot
Long conversations all night. Drunk with other people's thoughts. The Problem of Fiction Marie Ponsot She always writes poems. This summer she’s starting a novel. It’s in trouble already. The characters are easy—a girl and her friend who is a girl and the