On the work of Kate Atkinson

When I was fourteen, I bought a copy of “Human Croquet” after reading about it in a magazine for girls (unexpected choice by the editor, I’ve come to realize). I had the original receipt for a while and jotted down the exact time, down to the minute, and place where the book was purchased. IContinue reading “On the work of Kate Atkinson”

Home, briefly

To paraphrase a silly movie I loved: Dark matter, actually, is all around. What if the tremor in my hand Are unseen particles passing through Having previously traveled through you. I sat by the Washington Monument And wanted someone to ask why I was crying Even though I’d stuck a pair of big sunglasses onContinue reading “Home, briefly”