Tag: new poet-critics
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A Sporadic Interlude.
Aidan is sleeping, and Vincent is thoroughly absorbed in cutting newspaper into itty-bitty pieces with his little scissors — one of a few sporadic interludes of quiet time I manage each day. It could end at any second, though — we have squirrels running around in our ceilings, between the 2nd & 3rd floors, egads…
Marie Gauthier 