For Good
We’re going to the country for good I told my kindergarten teacher. It was 1929. I wasn’t thinking forever– for goodmeant […]
We’re going to the country for good I told my kindergarten teacher. It was 1929. I wasn’t thinking forever– for goodmeant […]
I used to know all the answers but I don’t anymore possess the assurance, bravado of foolish youth.
“Goodbye everybody.” —Hart Crane, jumping off the SS Orizaba The suicide-by-gun takes a deep breath, jerks one finger, and it’s
So my mother is rolling up her skirtbecause she spilled cold water on itand maybe she’s not wearinganything underneathand my
O you and me at last, and us two only! —Walt Whitman There are only the two of us. The
Because not everything I write is about myself. I used the word “she” not “me.” “he” not “you.” this is