Trinity Park lies directly across from the library, Trinity Church rising like a midieval thought amidst the glass and steel towers.
My friend asked me if it had been cathartic, to write my memoir. I looked down at the sculptures—it was cathartic for me to look at them, but I could imagine it might have been hell to make them (I wa...
2002) In Rome, month upon month, I struggled with how to structure the book about my father (He already had the water, he just had to discover jars). At one point I laid each chapter out on the terraz...
What I was trying to say, maybe, is that I don't know what it is I'm capable of transforming into.
I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.
Some mornings you wake up fully in your body, and you know this is all there is--the air, the shape your body makes in the air, your hand, the skin that covers your hand, the air that covers your skin...
If it had been a heart attack, the newspapermight have used the word ,as if a mountain range had openedinside her, but insteadit used the word , a light coming onin an empty room. The telephonefell fr...
Sometimes I'd see my father, walking past my building on his way to another nowhere. I could have given him a key, offered a piece of my floor. A futon. A bed. But I never did. If I let him inside I w...
If it had been a heart attack, the new
My statement to Harris that his book contains is specious hyperbole. In , Harris rails against religious fundamentalism, which seems obvious, as well as against religious moderates, which seems intol...
It’s the way I walk through the world, carrying that fear, that the beloved will go, will die, and that I will be the one to blame.
We fill the nothing with suns,line them up,swallow sap, swallowfield, drop by drop, each stema pump. Rose to rose to rose torose to rose to rose to rose, calyx &anther, all summer gone.
I’ve come to believe that the function of torture in our society is not about getting information, in spite of what we might want to believe. It is merely about power. It tells the world that there is...
Even a life raft is only supposed to get you from the sinking ship back to land, you were never intended to live in the life raft, to drift years on end, in sight of land but never close enough.
There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.
My father’s on my radar, but most of the time I shut it off.
What you fear your whole life comes to pass. You end up living toward it, you spend your life running from it but your foot is nailed to the sidewalk. You circle around it until you wear yourself own.
But what of Ham? It didn’t matter if he told anyone about his drunken father or not, if he chided him or tried to dress him, if he lifted his struggling body back into bed, if he took his hand and tol...
Note: The phrase had many meanings in Jesus' time, one of which was a son born without a father, which, by all accounts, Jesus was. Just as the phrase
And though he knew it was only the whiskey talking, he also knew that the whiskey talked daily.
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