I am in here.
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
A Lesson in History by Professor Karen Alkalay-Gut THE WAR I know who betrayed them in nineteen thirty nine, who whispered to the British that they were Reds on their way to the Holy Land, that he was an excon a noncitizen I know who was given their possessions as payment while they were … Continue reading A Lesson in History
Has anything you’ve ever written scared you? Maybe not during the writing of it — perhaps that only startled you. Or it could be you don’t even remember it, and look at the resulting page wondering how it got left in your hand. But you look at it now, in the light of day, as … Continue reading writing
Disgusted at the newer poets I found on the bookshelves at the store today — deliberate craziness and obfuscation. They’re trying to be obscure and flighty and too-private-for-you-to-understand. It’s all a formula, I’m convinced. But, they’d say to me, you have to write a certain way to get published. Forget that. Fads are for teenagers, … Continue reading disgusted…
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