They’d been hating so long and were glad to revive that. Sometimes I sit in the closet between coats of various weights, whimpering about this sheltering country. I just read that some U.S. citizens are sad about Sweden. Others are stuck in the seam of the absolute. It is nearly impossible to see how the… [Read More]

The world is sharp: at the bay, a cluster of sandpipers, barefoot. Down the road, the old church holds its fluid divine phenomena and yellow sphere of wallpaper. Water reaches the dock and suspends for a time before losing that same fascination. Oyster shells are stacked in flamboyant white frilled piles beside a ramp. Rusty… [Read More]