Wherein I challenge Ben Gibbard and Sarah to an Honor Duel

For the last few weeks, I’ve tried to return to poetry, to capture artfully the January I spent in frozen British Columbia watching Dorothy Unger die. Art for that January is proving elusive, and I feel some shame for that; her family has turned to books of Orr, or Cockburn lyrics, or taken to writingContinue reading “Wherein I challenge Ben Gibbard and Sarah to an Honor Duel”