Laps of Longhand

Genius loci, one regular calls me. Spirit of place.  This season, I kneel daily beside my town’s historic lido, writing slow on scrolls of pool-length paper while swimmers do fast laps and grab the lunchtime sun. Writer-in-residence. Genius loci, one regular calls me. Spirit of place.  The emergency which delivered me into this strange occupation… Read More Laps of Longhand