Something lurid and sensational was brewing in the air. I was making my usual lap around my local bookstore, looking for just the right books to cozy up with for the afternoon, when I noticed that someone, somewhere in the store, was speaking quite loudly. The voice was vague and distant as I ambled through [...]
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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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