welcome to my humble abode
new poem: “Small Talk with a Sphinx”
I imagine God as chicken coop, / no riddle here.
new poem: “A Pantoum for Ishmael”
When God saves him, remember that / he was not your only son.
I defeated my imposter syndrome (not clickbait)
I guess I cured my imposter syndrome by not believing in imposters. Just bad management, bad taste, and luck—I’m excited to benefit when they occur in my favor.
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johanna e. hall 