Laure-Anne Bosselaar: The Pallor of Survival
I’m lucky: autumn is flawless today, sidewalks freckled rust and red, and the sun gentle. I’ll take the back streets to … Continue reading
December 3, 2018 · 5 Comments
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving today. Soaked with sleet. No sun for six days — six is the Devil’s number. I have looked through this window, at these American skies for 5 times 6 … Continue reading
November 22, 2018 · 4 Comments
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Garage Sale
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan’s. Or the one knives carve into bread. But the un-broken bread song too. For the … Continue reading
January 29, 2016 · Leave a comment
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Litost
. And waters went on with their dance of chance and light as the boy drowned into the river. The Czech have a word for what he felt after he … Continue reading
December 15, 2015 · Leave a comment
