In the Presence of Absence
When I woke from anesthesia, I was quoting Shakespeare, saying, “I feel strange, but, as Shakespeare says, I must […]
When I woke from anesthesia, I was quoting Shakespeare, saying, “I feel strange, but, as Shakespeare says, I must […]
Once I had a lover who annoyed me by not liking me as much as I liked him, though I
The day after a door crushes his thumb, the stain that flutters out of his cuticle looks, at first, like
So many things that still feel new are old, and that’s the way it goes. This is what always happens
There is always a man, slight and dark-socketed, standing by a window, gazing at the mute and luminous moon.
In the budding white morning I crawl out of bed and wander barefoot down the stairs and yawn into the