'But look here: imagine that if as you unpacked these nested dolls they were becoming successively larger rather than smaller.’ Photo: Schwoaze via Wikimedia Commons.
Ahab in Rehab
A prose poem by Anne Stephens
by Anne Stephens
17th July 2020
Call me male-ish
I enjoyed playing doldrums in our school orchestra. And there weren’t really any significant repercussions until I also took up the Bermuda triangle.
