Café Tabac

Tas­mania was fab­ulous. More on that shortly. In the mean­time, here’s a poem I fiddled with while I was there after I found two unfin­ished poems from 1998’s trip to Hol­land in an old note­book. The Café Tabac of the title is in Den Haag and is...

Café Tabac

I half-expect Gitane-smoking men To flow through the door, Exclaim­ing: “the world is here And demands exultation! O cel­eb­rate, you daugh­ters of justice! O weep, you chil­dren of suspicion! The ivy has freed the streetlamps. Statues guard...

Off to Tasmania

After a lot of fuss­ing around, I’m off to Tas­mania today for work: I’ll be writ­ing an art­icle about Tas­mania for the travel magazine I’m edit­ing. I haven’t talked much about this magazine yet, because it’s brand new and does­n’t launch until early May....