The Paper Palace, by Miranda Cowley Heller

Today. August 1, the Back Woods. A mildewed book of poetry lies open on the table. “To a skylark,” soaring into the blue – painful, thrilling – replays in my mind as I stare at the still life of last night’s dinner. “The world should listen then, as I am listening now.” He read itContinue reading “The Paper Palace, by Miranda Cowley Heller”