Monthly Archives: November 2016

This Broken-Waisted Waltz

Morning through the window, the inner courtyard: no shaft but throat, the space, the pearlflecked light now cotton, now cocooned. Tea. A candle. The same sweater worn for weeks. Radio. Black bread with cheese. The light that comes. The window. The silence. The story in this city has always been the same: back & forth […]