Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
A Good Friday And petulant Pilate as if triumphant — What I have written, I have written! Finally a decision.
I get all the adultery I want. It’s true. Ask Michele. Thing is, I don’t want any. You may have guessed this, but others may
Babies need not to be taught a trade, but to be introduced to a world. To put the matter shortly, woman is generally shut up
Alpha and Omega 1:1 In the beginning were the words. The words were the poet’s, and later the priest’s. And the words the