Paris, where I also spend time, has recently become another home.
I’ve wanted to spend time there since I was 18, when I first saw it at dawn, from a taxi going between train stations. Now I do, regularly. In the 5th arrondissement, where I have been staying with friends for more than 30 years, I feel at home, walking the streets that I’ve known and seen change over decades.
Now, having a poetry publisher in Paris and my poems – “Yellow Swing/ Jaune Balancoire” out in translation, I have a working relationship with it that involves readings in bookshops and cafes and a yearly visit to the Marche de la Poesie, (Poetry Market) in the Place St. Sulpice.
Not very original, to live in Key West and migrate to Paris perhaps – Hemingway had the same idea – but oh, what incredible good fortune, and what delights!