Tag: Pearl London

• “A body falls like a story: / beginning, middle, end.” — Amy Newman

  Except in my case — my falling came to an abrupt halt. The back staircase was slick with rain, and I slipped on my first step, holding Aidan — who was entirely unhurt — (I sprained an ankle once falling down our front staircase holding Vincent, and he too was unhurt — I’m very good […]

  mariegauthier

  September 27, 2010

  books, poetry, Time, Writing

  broken tailbone, molly peacock, Pearl London, poetry, Poetry in Person, Writing