A family is a mystery.
The Knowing Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise- comaed and woken, we lie a long time looking at each other.I do not know what he sees, but I see eyes of surpassing tenderness and calm, a calm li...
The RelicsI slipped them into my friend’s palm — the tiny crucifix, and dove,from off my mother’s pendant watch — and I asked her to walk them up through the brushtoward timberline, and find a placeto...
Maybe in order to understand sex fully/one has to risk being destroyed by it.
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,I see my father strolling outunder the ochre sandstone arch, thered tiles glinting like bentplates of blood behind his head, Isee my mother wi...