On our / walk the hound and I / noted something fecund.
(poetry)
Tag: natania rosenfeld
“With therapists like this, who needs parents?” reviewer Natania Rosenfeld asks.
(review)
More and more, in late winter especially, I have the feeling that I am dying—or, to put it more accurately, that the best of my life has happened and my decline has begun. And this is a bitter feeling—wrong, too, I hope.
