Issue 121

Her British husband messages from Maine:
I need more time 2 think. It’s peaceful here.

We are entering in reverse order of our deaths. You don’t need to translate this.

the fool who drinks the moon learns the moon’s old lesson

But your face is quicker than sparrows

Somewhere on this parched estate a beggar is looking for me. So says the boy.

My way of reading is something I’ve had to contend with, shape, and revise over the course of my life, even day to day, really, and is the most fraught relationship I have with any side of myself, in part because for most of my life I’ve believed that voracious reading is good reading.