We’ve been writing this song for a long time. Often the solitary one finds grace for himself the mercy of the Lord, Although he, sorry-hearted, must for a long time row by long strokes along the waterways, along the ice-cold sea, tread the paths of exile. I’m just a poor Read more…
Forty years ago, a “friend” and her gang tried to kill me. Memory is a funny thing. A lot of things could have happened that night. It could have all been made up. They could have lost their nerve. I could be remembering it all wrong. What happened was this: Read more…
Chris Adrian’s novel The Great Night is on my to-read list. I can’t believe I just found out about it; Adrian wrote one of my very favorite stories, “A Tiny Feast,” and The Great Night is a further expansion of this remarkable and poignant story. I’m so looking forward to Read more…