Literary Bohemian

A fellow traveller sits beside you, points to your book and says, “Wolfe! If I can’t go there again, where will I bring the bacon, or hang my hat?”

The book we hold in our hands today has traveled far to find us—from inspiration to execution, to printing and distribution. Its secret desire: to whisk us effortlessly to Elsewhere.

Vague hints of spring ripple the air, and pigeons coo coyly on the sill as they draw up their Valentine greetings. We get them all year long.