Some of my favorite pages from Moon Temple’s “I Saw A Bird Sitting […]” book. A really wonderful collection of sad and funny and sad and funny poems, anecdotes, scraps of language and evidence of thought. Reading it feels like sitting in a drafty house with one-too-many sweaters on, reloading my inbox. It feels like desolate summer afternoons wasted on Worcester couches, laughing. It feels like walking by a house with a single lit window at three in the morning. If you have some time, check it out. (Link.)
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