The Horse I Rode In On

"Smell you later" indeed. So things have been kind of awful, thanks for asking. And you? It's so good to see you! I'm definitely ready to talk about outfits.

And also static cling situations.

Before we do, some really fantastic news: my poem honouring my dad's telling of his dad's passing has been shortlisted for Arc Poetry Magazine's 2015 Poem of the Year (grand prize $5000, eep!) "By the time he hit the floor" is also about tobacco farming and bee-keeping, and there's a love story too. See it together with the other contenders—and vote for the Readers' Choice Award until March 30.

ridiculously '80s-tastic horse jacket: Crazy Cowgirl (Made in India), thrifted
burgundy enamel necklace: Tuleste, My Habit
black drawstring-waist midi dress: Joe Fresh, same one in olive green here
stretch-suede cowboy boots: Donald J. Pliner Soni, My Habit

Family photos of my poem's subjects are below the jump. I'm especially grateful to my father for his generous permission to write about his life.

Coming up: more excellent-news updates on the Writings and Such page, and a page of Fragrance Free resources.

In the meantime, I'll see you over at Sheila's for Shoe Shine. Tell me everything I've missed!

"By the time he hit the floor" is shortlisted for Arc's 2015 Poem of the Year. Vote for Readers' Choice until March 30. Voting is easy: click cast your vote here, choose the poem title, click Done! Thanks ever so much for your support. Feel welcome to spread the word.

my parents, 1964

my grandfather, age 17, 1929