Translated by Caroline Wilcox Reul Reviewed by Will Reger Borders can be dangerous places. Unstable, conflict-prone, subject to armed attack and defense. Borders are
I walk local roads when I’m afraid, wonder at others’ schemes, how they carve their lives, their rancorous Christmas lights, their wood- pile lines.
I was a child in a five-boroughed Garden of Eden/city— the given, new, and crumbling, shining, grimy world. And I heard talk of “sixth
And the most touching part is it’s my son’s idea— a grownup now— to drag out of the closet the two gloves and unblemished