On memorable stories, characters, and authors. Philip Roth, retiring at 80.
Found Letter, Twice Buried, Once Loved
Found letters. Lost loves.
Legos and a Purple Sky
I am remarkably, astonishingly, uncharacteristically asleep for 15 hours – peaceful then flailing, waking only for moments then sleeping again. I am memorizing dreams of revisiting Boston and New York, and there are other places I am touching down but I cannot precisely pinpoint them. I have spent these extraordinary hours in decorating competitions alongside […]
Cher Jean-Marc (Blue Shutters, Red Flowers)
Evening, September 14, 1988 Cher Jean-Marc, The jet lag has me a little foggy, but you were right about us and I wanted to tell you so. I worried that I was being naive in listening to your explanation and you tell me all the time, still, how young and trusting I am. After the […]
Life is Changing, Verse Deranging
It’s versing to surrender, I must say. To the eccentric, wacky willful stage. Bag Lady, cats and hats – but not the gray! Alas, this flailing, flaunting facing age! With ready thoughts and tricks to just say yes, To voicing my opinions, no holds barred. So what if my persona is a mess! Must stifling […]
Of Parking in Paris, Intriguing Identities, and French Men in Dreams
Of French men and dreams…
Life Story, Cast from Polaroids and Seashells
Writing from objects and dream that touch memory.
Far From the Dock
Dreaming strange goodbyes with no resolution.
Don Draper Dreams
“I want less mess around here,” he says. “And that means less stuff. We’re selling this place, and we’re living more simply.” Not the words I expect from Don Draper, and I wonder how it is that I’m witness to this private conversation. Well, somewhat private. It’s a small guestroom in a part of the […]
Cher Jean-Marc (mai 1988)
Letter to a lost lover. Number 3. May 1988.