The Cup
What was going through me at that time of childhoodwhen my mother drinking her morning coffee would drive me wild with loathing and despair?Every day, her body hunched with indignation…
What was going through me at that time of childhoodwhen my mother drinking her morning coffee would drive me wild with loathing and despair?Every day, her body hunched with indignation…
When Blackstone the magician cut a woman in half in the Branford theaternext door to my father's office in already part way down the chute Newark, he used a gigantic…
I see they’re tidying the Texas textbooks again.Chopping them down to make little minds staythe right size for the preachers not to be vexedas they troll for converts, or congregants,…
I wasn’t saying anything.I was thinking how last night my wife screamed in her sleepI’m sorry I ever married you.When I shook her awake, she said, Not you,Alfred. Who the…