bookstore confessional

Just the other day at St. Mark's bookstore a woman from another time whispered secrets to the novels belonging to a century she had never lived in. She chose the L-M stack because, she figured, it corresponded to the topics foremost in her thoughts. "Is there a connection between love & egg labels?" she asked, for both evoked in her an image of seemingly fragile but pure & mysterious smoothness. "& what of Madagascar--has there been correspondence from the endemic species? I have not checked my post box in so long."

the nearly empty diner on the cusp of spring

new & snowy boatyard photographs