Unpublished Newswire

Come find me on the bench behind the lighthouse— on the back slope of the south pier wall. The place we came to share a codfish supper—where the packet to the island lists and knocks against the rollers and our shadows played on rock the builders blasted from the harbour floor. Come find me on the Schlossweg in Tirolo—where the alpine valley meadows sway in parables of sunlight and the breezes from the basin are as cool as air from mountain caves. We’ll linger over haselnüsse gelato. Buy speck and German menthols. Make love until our bodies ache. Come find me at the Seaport Farmers’...