‘If it be your will/ That I speak no more/ And my voice be still/ As it was before/ I will speak no more…’

I learned about the death of Leonard Cohen from D. He’d heard it on the news in France, where he lives. It was a grey day in Amsterdam, rain pouring down on the canals. I’d just woken up, feeling great- despite the summer definitely being over. Continue reading ON THE DEATH OF LEONARD COHEN