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Jaimes Alsop lives in Novato, California. His poem in this issue is from a book-length narrative poem, “States of Grace.”
It is interesting enough, you might suppose, that a man goes out every winter, in the very worst of the Northwest weather, and lives out there alone for months at a time, all to take care of someone else’s heavy equipment.
August 1991This is how it began. We stood in the parking lot under the hot sun looking at one another. “It’s a job for a couple,” he said. “The advertisement said for a couple.” I shrugged and waited, not having anything else to do. He told me about the hours and the pay and asked me if I had ever worked a motel before. I told him no and by the end of the week I was the manager at Paradise. That is how it began.
May 1990Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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