3 March 2026
3 March 2026 “Where do they keep the dark?” Christian Wiman A Light Store in the Bowery Behind me the moon is eclipsing. Her light is being taken slice by slice until she will be entirely behind a shadow that seems more solid than she is, & more permanent for its impermanence. From time to time I imagine I am a shadow too, I glide room to room window to window while she declines, her falling is discrete behid (is that even a word?) between cedar limbs, Mar...