Lauren Sedger

No ideas but in things.

William Carlos Williams

If my mother were alive, we’d talk about my sister Ellen, and we’d walk on the beach. I’d say, ‘I didn’t know you. I must have loved you, or why would I be missing you? I find myself using your Yiddish words in my head and using them more and more out loud. Who’s going to know where they come from? Everyone in the family is dead, and how was I to k

I bought a warmer coat with many ingenious pockets. You put your hands in all of them.

Jenny Offil

Dept of Speculation