The Squirrel Tells Me


The work of sawing wood awaits. I have to finish writing a book first (and perhaps a second one) but I must prepare for the winter. Between now and then I shall mow the lawn, but it will never replace the good work of creating firewood. Soon, Mr. Squirrel, I will attend to that pile (and the others). Soon.

Review of Lune de Miel

"That trip—with its pilgrimages to landmarks and great art, and exploratory meanderings through the avenues and bars of Montparnasse, the Latin Quarter, and other locales favored by writers Ernest Hemingway, James Joyce, Anais Nin, and Henry Miller—does not unfurl in Lune de Miel in the frenzied swirl of action one typically associates with travel. Instead, Nawrocki’s poems are filled with detail that is evocative and almost holy..."
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