We never get snow,
Even when winter is fully here,
Just a jacket of emptiness
Buttoned by nuthatches. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Paris
Essays / Features / Nonfiction
On Finding Myself at a Writing Residency in Southern France
by Martha Anne Toll
Despite vast differences in wealth, status, ancestry, time, and setting, the eight-year-old girl in John Singer Sargent’s The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit haunts me. Why? Continue reading
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