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Andrew Bertaina
@andrewbertaina.bsky.social

The body is a temporary gathering place (2024 Autofocus) . One Person Away From You (2021 Moon City Press)3x notable at Best American Essays. Work in The Best American Poetry, The ThreePenny Review, Prairie Schooner etc.
November 13, 2025 at 9:57 PM
November 13, 2025 at 6:14 PM
My book: Ethan Hawke & Me, was a staff pick @kramerbooks in August, but I just noticed it now :).
November 11, 2025 at 5:02 PM
Book mail

Your Name Here by Helen DeWitt and Ilya Gridneff @Dalkey_Archive
November 10, 2025 at 9:24 PM
800 pages into this behemoth
November 9, 2025 at 9:44 PM
Dreaming, for some artists, is the irresistible temptation. “What seems to me the highest and most difficult achievement of Art,” Flaubert wrote…”is not to make us laugh or cry, not to arouse our lust or rage, but to do what nature does—that is, to set us to dreaming”

Nabokov
November 9, 2025 at 4:31 PM
804 lit salon
November 9, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Tonight in DC
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
November 8, 2025 at 6:03 PM
November 8, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Hanging with the crew
November 7, 2025 at 9:35 PM
November 7, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Painting kind of
November 6, 2025 at 10:07 PM
Fall in
November 6, 2025 at 1:51 PM
November 5, 2025 at 2:03 PM
804 lit salon on Saturday night at 7p in DC, which will feature: Lauren Woods , Shelagh Powers Johnson, Lacey Dunham, JD Smith, Courtney Sexton and Philip Dean Walker.

You can register for the event below

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November 4, 2025 at 2:38 PM
From shadow into light
November 3, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Fall and the bits of light in that golden canopy above
November 2, 2025 at 4:25 PM
November 1, 2025 at 9:22 PM
Last four reads

The Quick & the Dead by Joy Williams

Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov

Disgust by Stephanie Grant

Her Dark Everything by Courtney LeBlanc
November 1, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Morning reading
November 1, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Happy Halloween
October 31, 2025 at 8:30 PM
Falling
October 31, 2025 at 4:27 PM
“People really understand very little of one another…My Cid looks very hard and straight into my face as if in search of something..like someone who has tumbled off a star. But he is not the one who feel alien—…I think. He lives in a small country of hope, which is his heart.”

Anne Carson
October 31, 2025 at 12:50 PM
“The cloud-moving wind calls through our sleep; we rise too early, look at one another, set off again. It is an open secret among pilgrims and theoreticians of this traveling life that you become addicted to the horizon.”

Anne Carson
October 30, 2025 at 5:09 PM