The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half-submerged balls. I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy… Continue reading To be of use
Category: poetry
A New House
Buyer’s remorse is a very common affliction among new homeowners. Just because you have a sudden urge to weep, that doesn’t mean you’ve made a mistake. Everybody knows old houses have their quirks. Especially 200-year-old houses. I have inherited empty wine bottles, one grape every issue of “La Nazione”… Continue reading A New House
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She wants a house full of cups and the ghosts of last century’s lesbians; I want a spotless apartment, a fast computer. She wants a woodstove, three cords of ash, an axe; I want a clean gas flame. She wants a row of jars: oats, coriander, thick green oil; I want nothing to store. She… Continue reading Untitled