For a variety of reasons, I’ve been reading out loud a lot recently. Specifically I’ve been reading poetry out loud, in some part because of the brevity of the medium.

In the midst of this reading…out loud, I found this publication. It’s fantastic.

Also, for a couple of months now, I’ve been trying to find the poem that this excerpt is from:

“that each of us lives in other’s minds, as they live in ours
sometimes flaring in images, sometimes feeling each other’s flesh. Each night
before I got o bed I pass myself on the stairs.”

It’s attributed to S. Berg, but I can’t figure out who that is, or what poem it is. Do you know?