These days I’m helping out as assistant editor for the prose poetry section of the very awesome Pithead Chapel, a literary magazine I have loved a long time. And so every month when the new issue comes out, I find that I love the feeling that comes from having had some small thing to do, with putting some beautiful things out in the world.
This month there’s Terese Robison’s “Buses Named, Among Other Things, Desire,” from the December issue, just out. I have not loved a line in a while, the way I love the woman in a walker in whom 80 years have suddenly taken place.
And from previous issues, there is Nicole Mason’s “In Which I am a Nesting Doll.” When I first read that in the submissions queue, I had to step away from my desk and go sit somewhere for a whole half-hour, so I could hear it humming inside.
And “The Pair of Married Mimes” by Benjamin Niespodziany. If nothing else, that last line...
[Santo Spirito, Firenze]
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