Mike Nichols’s films . . . Hannah Höch’s cut-outs . . . Wallace Stevens’s jar on a hill
“I realized the work that I had been doing, the work that I was proud of, wasn’t enough.”
“The office is a different place after the investigation. No one wants to look at me or speak to me.”
In the quiet forced upon me, I started to hear the voices of other selves.
“Fashion’s bright lights beckoned me toward New York.”
Destruction and regeneration on Florida’s Forgotten Coast.
Learning to Cook After Relearning to Eat
In Which the Magpie Considers the Possibilities of Outer Space
In Memoriam: On Cemeteries and the Memory of Ordinary Lives
When Depression Is the Third In Your Relationship
A Conversation About Poetry and Tarot
Against Fame: On Publishing, Popularity, and Ambition
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