Kaatsbaan
Six chairs and a table.
Six chairs and a table in a barn. Doors open on either end. The wind comes through. We do not write, so much as we practice seeing.
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At dinner, a famous poet procures a second round of plum torte for the table.
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These same stars looked down on Eleanor Roosevelt riding horses, if she rode at night.
Everything is a dipper, when you’re thirsty.
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Don’t call too many things life-changing, grasshopper, or people will think you don’t get out much.
Behind the Pen
Unnameable Books
615 Vanderbilt Avenue in Brooklyn
Wednesday, September 17 @ 7 PM
I’ll be reading from my story, JUNCO & WOLF, which will appear in the winter issue of A Public Space. This story is inspired by my year studying in Moscow. No one dies in this story.
The other Public Space fellows will read, and then we’ll have a conversation about craft, language, translation, folklore, and literature that inspires our writing.
Details here. Come!
Divinity School goes out every Sunday at sunset • if you’re always looking, after some time you’ll have seen
