In Brief: Peter Schjeldahl
Hot, Cold, Heavy, Light: my own little book of delights
Unless I am writing poetry, I am bad at writing brief, with lift and lightness, with grin and jubilance to be alive amidst the vortex of early mornings and menopause, hot flashes and soggy sheets lining my way into each new dawn.
If I want to read brief, I read Peter Schjeldahl. I keep his bright yellow book close to me always. At night, it rests on top…