tt Two emails were received in the space of five days in the ninth month of pandemic: First email: ><>< Tue, Nov 17, 2020 4:51 pm C____ (____@____n.com) hello Alison, i was watching a movie recently about a girl living on her own in a camper van – and she was reading found(…)
In the Ravine and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov A Delicate Truth by John le Carre The Kiss and the Duel by Anton Chekhov A Way in the World by V.S. Naipaul In a Free State by V.S. Naipaul The Enigma of Arrival by V.S. Naipaul Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham Plain Tales(…)
In Morocco by Edith Wharton The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene The Third Man by Graham Greene Arabs by Tim Mackintosh-Smith The Longest Journey by E.M.Forster No Room in the Arc by Alan Moorehead One’s Company by Peter Fleming A Tale of Love and Darkness by Amos Oz Smoke by Ivan Turgenev The(…)
Belly of the Beast by Emile Zola The Artist of Disappearance by Anita Desai The Way of All Flesh by Samuel Butler John Buchan Stories by John Buchan Christmas Days by Jeanette Winterson The Comedians by Graham Greene The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf The Living Room by Graham Greene The Destruction and Other Stories(…)
danced and wobbled ‘know that tea’ intrusion and alarm charming kiss-curls something caustic and laughable big cropped head without fault a special cup and saucer kisses and calm dinners a woman who has read Spenser without love, I will tell you to the pines, to the mushrooms covered his face with a handkerchief (…)
taking what he wanted better now me for a time ‘apart from my hate’ move from typewriter to typewriter thrust then customary gentle trot cold grey eyes pub bull the kitten Blackie
anything alive grip each rib people in ice age knew into the Bering Sea no breaks or blood how many firsts kelp is only ice stone bone amber these bones eleven rocks head deep in till wet from birth a dangerous Eden islands and sinkholes claws or horns every other invasive pig
heavy with insignificance cobweb of fake thoughts their mutton am done for fled on up if he were only clean half-heroic men her little soft hand indignation passed unnoticed he nursed scent of rose leaves least selfish moment spit you a man sinking pin one into her heart
used to be could forgive everything smoke with a friend the gift of self-assertion as the Viceroy said more than a sister loafing up so happily unhappy alone in the jungle better men about worms
After Darin Elliot (my collaborator on Elephant in the Living Room, whose bright new solo publication Elephant in the Shadows was featured in a recent posting), and I quarantined together for more than ten weeks, he moved on (to upstate New York, then to Boston) for a couple of months but returned in September for(…)
