“…If you cut out a rectangle of a perfectly blue sky, no clouds, no wind, no birds, frame it with a blue frame, place it faceup on the floor of an empty museum with an open atrium to the sky, that is grief.”
— Victoria Chang, from “Obit” (Published April 7th 2020 by Copper Canyon Press) (via Alive on All Channels)
Our November/December issue is here! Inside, you’ll find interviews with Anthony Doerr and Hanif Abdurraqib; Victoria Chang’s reflections on creative struggle; our sixth annual #5Over50 roundup of debut authors; and more. at.pw.org/NovDec2021
Sometimes the language we have is inadequate. On rainy days, people leave yellow boots on the porch. The egret takes off its yellow feet and steals the boots.
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