Winter's Content
little market, little man, and a little soup
The Needle Club
It was the rabbit lady who asked that we meet on Fridays, because she is the chief of an enterprise, the rabbit slaughterhouse, and that...
One Summer Day in the Dordogne
You asked for poetry from me the other day. I looked, but I can’t find any inside my head. I’ve been preoccupied with making the most of...
The Reckoning
By the end of August I might be too tired to say this – I like the rhythm my life is developing. I wake up, clean up, water the plants at...
Becoming Lovely, The Right Way
I was almost on the plane to Austin this morning, but that was before I looked at the ticket prices. It seems ridiculous to pay nearly...
