Marni Jackson is a Toronto non-fiction writer currently moonlighting in the theatre, with a play in the works about the great Canadian poet Al Purdy.
Translated from the Norwegian
I draped the dishrag on the tap, noticing how wrong the wrinkled plaid of the cloth looked against the brushed chrome of the faucet. Like the too-bright eyes in Rembrandt’s late portraits. Then I used some Vim, squirting the pale . . .