“Do you have vampires around here?”
“My hand on what I take from time and this world / and the stone’s shadow there on the grass with mine.”
Why these two subjects are not as different as we might think and the science of what happens in the brain when we read poetry
In Minnesota, they reeled a sixty ton house / over ice: a caught fish.
Across the Golden Horn in Karakoy. . .
The Hidden Histories podcast.
What I can remember are taxis and a long walk by the docks. . .
“Edges: where owls and snow drift / down, spill quietly and stifle”
“Then – surprise – a pale sun picks at a slit / in the paper sky.”
“You won’t be sure of its arrival / until it rolls up to your curb”
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