Nighttime is the loneliest time. My ears catch the sound of soft footsteps outside and my right arm quickly snaps to the lamp switch that’s within convenient proximity. With my hand still resting on the switch, I sit cross-legged on my bed in the sudden darkness, frozen. Finally after a few seconds, I hear that [...]
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Oldies
- Beginnings and Ends
- Tales of Childhood
- Postcards & Paintings & Small White Cows
- Lost in Time
- Life in Suspension
- Hopes of a Tentative Spring
- Conversations with Robots
- A Canal to the Moon
- Expectations of Memory
- Spectacle and Shame
- Second to the right and straight on till morning
- Celluloid Bliss
- Talking
- Do Not Want.
- So.
- Painful Epiphanies of a Closet Snob
- Prickly Me
- I say, “Dear Chap…”
- The Slow Rhythm of the Sweet Fruit
- A Journey into the Night
- Into the Light
- Protected: Things
- Whose Echoes Live in Memory Yet
- Giving Thanks
- Reunion
- “The Time Has Come,” the Walrus Said
- The Dark Morass
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