You are the bone of my bone and the flesh of my flesh. I shall
Perhaps it was the imprudence of human thinking, but when the young priest had tagged
iI could not love so completely.Inside of me were cities I never built, stories I
There was so much Dike wanted which made his heart pound hard often, which made
In your first coming, you are a miracle. You are the result of your mother’s
1. This is what people say of memories: they slip away with time. They disintegrate.
ONEIt was absurd, he thought, walking home that evening. Coming from a bar, he had
‘You’re too clean to be a writer,’ she said to me, half smiling, half cross-examining
The first thing a River Boy knows is that he does not know until he