There was a beautiful poem by Kayo Chingonyi in the New York Magazine this week titled The Nod: When we’re strangers that pass each otherin the street, it will come down to this tiltof the head — acknowledging anotherversion of events set in a new-buildyears from now, a mess of a place filledwith books and records, … Continue reading Goose-down Nape →Read More
human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words
that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled
among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
From The Meadow by Marie Howe.