My dad tries to put his arm around me, but I shrug him off. “I don’t want to talk,” I say again, and inexplicably, frustratingly, I start to cry. I had thought for sure I wouldn’t, when I walked in the front door just minutes ago. But then he had said “You look sad,” as [...]
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- 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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