Saturday, September 3, 2016


Wave Books, 2016

A tidy and fascinating collection of tales, or call them prose, poems, prose poems
it won't matter, all is good.
I just don't have the time at the moment (I'm framing a building) to type
out the two longer pieces that thrill me here —
"Pause" and then a long piece about shrunken heads.
Pause is menopause.
It's never been survived in better hands.
Here is a link to the piece first published in Granta: