Cursive Repurposed // by Steve Broidy
It’s not that my writing is fine; In fact, in bad lighting I can’t read it myself. But I always supposed that my grandchildren’s children, discovering my journal, and, of course, my old diary– slick, gold-leafed, rich as a relic itself— would conjure a view of that rascally genius, the writer they’d figure greatgrandpa must Read More …