On this morning, the old musician stops playing the moment I bend my lanky bag of bones and squeeze through the tiny doorframe of his home.
They warm him at the same time.
Coming from you, that truly warms my heart.
Then I can rent it out and start working to buy another.
In addition we develop print anthologies, work with educators to bring literature in translation into classrooms, host events with foreign authors, and maintain an extensive archive of global writing.
The wet years have crumbled into the abyss of the past like corn in a bottomless sack.
Slowly, the handful of coals that warmed his coffee smolder away.
The first notes begin to rain down.