Here is a picture of my new house. What you can't see in the image is the man in the 5th floor window across the street who looks out every day, all day long until dark, at the street and the snow (when there is any), and the pigeons and the mailman, and never goes anywhere. Sometimes his wife sits beside him and they both look out the window. It makes me feel nervous but I don't know why. In other news, I have developed a fine-bone-china-tea-cup-and-saucer-fetish. It's a very expensive habit though, so I'm trying to cut down. I am finally reading books I like again, after a very long hiatus, and thinking about time. I am also sleeping on a very high bed, custom built by Bill so that he can walk underneath it without bumping his head, so at night before I go to sleep I am also thinking a good deal about death.

Reesa

My point of departure has been posted under seven point three. And I look forward to working with you all. Who, er, are you?

--Zack Finch: I washed dishes with Reesa at the breadloaf writer's conference a couple of summers ago. In between lunch and dinner rushes, we managed to swim in silver lake and pick up a few blackberries. Right now I am teaching poetry at dartmouth (for winter & spring terms) while living in union village, vermont (pop. 36). For this I have happily taken temporary leave from doctoral work in the english dept at the university of buffalo. These are just a couple of me facts. I'm bashful at introductions and hate breaking ice without a sharp tuning fork.

Hello

I just posted my text (and a literal interpretation of it) under "seven point five." Looking forward to reading yours. -bill

Oh. I suppose I should say who I am. I am the husband of Reesa. But I am also an aspiring handmaiden of human rights law. Hrm. I wish I had a business card to do this introduction for me. As Kafka said, business cards should be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us. Or perhaps he said literature, or bowling.