February 27, 2013 scottcjones 2Comments

I still very much fancied myself a literary type, and when you fancy yourself a literary type you are obligated by law to seek out all nearby bookstores. My favorite bookstore was Barbara’s on Broadway. Barbara’s stocked all sorts of things that I couldn’t find elsewhere—the two volume set of the collected works of William Carlos Williams; Charles Simic’s Hotel Insomnia; even the obscure chapbooks of the writer Carolyn Forche. I had fallen madly in love with Carolyn Forche based on two things: her poems, which were pretty terrific; and on the postage stamp-sized photo of her on the back cover of Gathering…