A place that resembles a place where once I lived: Google Street View of 3 rue de la Fointaine au Roi, Paris I have almost forgotten my neighbour already. Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebook of Malte Laurids Brigge, 171. Some years before he died, my friend Elisabeth’s father began to lose his memory. He became concerned to organize his memorabilia, and so he set … Continue reading How the ghosts of memory lie
I wrote this on October 28, but it is still true in November, this humid unseasonable weather that clings to the days and makes our nights sweaty and confusing. A band of clouds gathers over the outermost islands, but here, closer inland, the sky is blue and the sun warm, the air sweet and gentle, hot even, if you’re in the lee of the breeze. … Continue reading Unusually warm again: on the peculiarly temporary sensation of enjoying climate change
Autumn rattles at the windows of the night, rips/
leaves from looping trees, punches/
gustily against the wall. Continue reading Poem trying to get in out of the rain
Visible Poetry 