In which we foil her sadistic recursion.

From a childhood manuscript of Barbara Newhall Follett.

Poked around in the National Archives re: the history of pallets. This is an excerpt from the Daily Diary published by the U.S. Army’s supply depot in Jeffersonville, Indiana.

“There are several ways to get rid of them, but only one method proves to be permanent.”

Could I be a person who likes Elizabeth Bishop?

A moment at the Sephardic Jewish Center, in Canarsie.

I had coffee, got untorpid, cleaned my room. We found a hole in the gutter.

I love these lines: “And the truth of briars she had to have run through.”

This is a good sentence. This is what we came for...