Kill the Dawn
(to Celeste Ng and Lydia Davis)
Under the many-colored eyes,
A sight I could not unsee.
A light greater than mine,
Something shining that I cannot see.
Why can’t I see?
Destructive Anachronism
Musings of a 34-yr. old writer of fiction and assorted commentary, eternal student and bibliophile, Arsenal fanatic, polyglot Germanophile, Democratic Socialist, feminist, Unitarian and staunch advocate of LGBTQ+ equality. Let your freak flag fly.
