Poetry

Or so the Romans prescribed. A half-mile down the Egg Island flats the fridge can’t mumble its imprecations at me, the bills, taxes and toxins seem to be sloughing off, all the home stuff that makes me feel I’m a … Continue reading →

An act of defiance: I decided to show up, attend every class, even take notes though you couldn’t do much with three or four students, either Brian Hoffer with his coded binder and early-admissions letter to Brown, or Megan Dennis, … Continue reading →