La Serenissima; Jigsaw; The Bird in the Bathroom

La Serenissima   The city as it’s often cropped for purists forms, rather than a fish, an ancient pair of hands—a woman’s—folded in her lap. These hands, that laundered Casanova’s sheets, that inked Vivaldi’s staves, that wove with grace the Doges’ voided velvets, have become arthritic, clasped around a swollen thumb. She wears the mesh […]