Category Archives: Karen Rudin

Returning books to my local library (Michael Connelly! William Boyd!) and picking up new ones (Michael Ondaatje! Alice Hoffman!) I overheard a conversation between the librarian and another patron. “May I bring in books at anytime for the second-hand sale?” … Continue reading →

a tree in winter barren bleak branches yearning make ready to leaf

a fall of new tears sears the ice floe of the old; they mingle in tides