A quiet moment
Attempts to see the mountain
Tuesday afternoon, I spoke to a pair of creative writing classes at UCLA. The format was pretty typical. We went around the room and introduced ourselves. I read from something of mine they’d been assigned, then it was q&a for an hour. One student caught me by surprise, a young woman with blue hair, when …
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