Pueblito Viejo |
Walk away--just walk away from it, from sugar and shortsightedness, from sleep and sadness and the weight of the compelling mania that will surely kill you, surely.
Throw it from your shoulders and...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Mar 2005 17:21:00 GMT |
I Am Who I Am |
3 April 2004
Trieste
Cher Lucienne,
I hate sending you anything printed; with all my talk of January's lifelessness and frozen February steps, you must find it all so terribly cold.
Four o...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Aug 2004 22:11:00 GMT |
Writer's Block |
1.
--I understand you've been writing, Professor? What have you published, or-- What do you work on, exactly?
And now the profession rests on my shoulders, but I can't supply the words to save...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jul 2004 17:20:00 GMT |
Eclipse |
All that you touch, and all that you see, all that you taste, all you feel; and all that you love, and all that you hate, all you distrust, all you save; and all that you feel and all that you deal, a...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jul 2004 22:23:00 GMT |
