Just a Touch Smitten: Work in Berlin

In this city that has finally managed to wound me in the course of a wicked subway rap battle, I still enjoy and crave the challenge: today, it’s prose production, the crumpling up of old schedules, the whipping of manuscripts into inboxes of distant editors, a throwing of oneself south to the archive to slake the thirst for more documents. In the past five days … Continue reading Just a Touch Smitten: Work in Berlin