When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Unedited Poem #13: Horizon

even when the sky is at its darkest, even when sea and storm rage  against the shore, you can still see– always see– the inky line  of the horizon  winking, as if it knows of a soon-coming  light despite the blackest night.