tonight, i write coverletters for internships.
about about to go to belfast to see aine and her family. london is still questionable.
in digging up writing samples i found some things-- old poetry i wrote.
no angry venting, just poems. some of them are just words. i dont even remember most of the context.
ive decided to put it in separte posts because it is easier to read that way, and i like to use a lot of spaces so it gets really long.
places i have applied for internships already:
soundcheck (npr)
the village voice
some photo studio in greenpoint
l magazine
there are a lot more to go on the odds of getting one: mental floss, national geographic adventure, brooklyn rail, east village radio, nerve, this apprenticeship with some pbs documentary woman...
