Notes on the One Year Anniversary of Anne Stevenson’s Death

I don’t remember how I found Anne; I don’t know if I came across her in one of my poetry anthologies or if I found her through my obsessive googling about Oxford, fetishising some far-off life of academia that could only take place under the light reflecting off the windows of the Radcliffe Camera. IContinue reading “Notes on the One Year Anniversary of Anne Stevenson’s Death”

A Backwards Look at Durham

In August of last year, I was at home in San Antonio, digging through the various books accumulated by my mother over the course of her life. I found one on keeping a nature journal, and was immediately absorbed—the prospect of tracing the world around you as it happened seemed like a good way toContinue reading “A Backwards Look at Durham”