First, a tourist finds a poem in the leper colony,
carved in a kapok, ants swarming sap in the cuts.
Then a fisherman uncovers instructions for a rain dance,
an usher discovers recipes for the jubilee.
A riverboat captain comes to town and leads them
to a tree in the north describing the mating habits
of the marabunta, to one in the south with an ode to plums.
In the west, a sonnet about a hen named Lucifer
upcoming eventsJune 6 (Saturday) 2:30-3:30 pm (Middlebury, VT): NER presents the sixth annual Midd Reunion reading, featuring faculty and alumni authors: Professor Emeritus John Elder, Lucas Gonzalez ('10), Sydney Plum ('70), India Hixon Radfar ('90), and Sue Ellen Thompson ('70). Rm. 229, Axinn Center, Middlebury College. [read more]
Florence | Sofi Stambo
The correct answer is, abandon everything in New York—the futon, the desk, the chair, and the dishes—and move here. I’d already abandoned Bulgaria, decades ago, along with the family, the books, and the bicycle. Biciclette in Italian. Also famiglia and libri. I am good at either decision-making or abandoning. [Read The Essay]
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