Category Archives: 1976

Thy bare-boned hand fists up, knocks at the fist of thy head With that same pained, grasping knock of a hand that has bled Drop to drop out of it all the giblet-nerved blood thick and red That was in … Continue reading →

In the grass there was wind—a green wind in the grass. He had lived in that house four years. For four long, angry, dull years. He had hated it, hated every minute of every day of every month of every … Continue reading →

And so we are fools, and go about ourselves and our business. But we do not know that through the queer-eyed lamps of our grey night streets, the other world looks out on us. The dark other world, inhabited by … Continue reading →

In the USA, our nightmare has been our inability to accept life. To resign ourselves to it. We absolutely refuse provincialism, refuse to be contained. A great desire to know things, and to peer in on it all like wise … Continue reading →

A man is a much more delicate, rare thing than we imagine. So is a woman. Like a shy plant that dares not flower til the season is right. That's how it is with us, with our man or our … Continue reading →