Diary Of A 1920s Lady Poet

This earnest woman writer is dedicated to her lady-work.

C’est moi, pausing after a day of trying to find a word that rhymes with “orange”. Photograph: Marvin Meyer

November 4th, 1924

Four o’clock, afternoon

Awaken in my bed chambers. Slept on the embroidered part of the pillow again. Right cheek now emblazoned with my monogram. Ghastly. I take my laudanum with a glass of whiskey. The tincture protects against feminine hysteria and the…