To Women Named Emily
What kind of men am I? This question floats through my mind now and then. It is different than, What […]
What kind of men am I? This question floats through my mind now and then. It is different than, What […]
While talking to students about aging and sex the other day, I read disgust on their lips when they considered
had i never leapt across the yellow grasses of that meadow near Point Reyes to the sound of the Hallelujah
This morning I sit in the open-air cafe reading yesterday’s newspapers full of ads for wrist watches, jeweled and silent,
for Richard Before the days of self service,when you never had to pump your own gas,I was the one who
what beatings we have taken— gave what we have endures: poverty, hunger, sickness, spinal taps, seizures, stripped of privacy, independence,