Snow Snow
How did we come to this cold place? It is not listed on the maps. The cold has disarranged your face. These memories are not ours, perhaps. But still we must pretend to know the reason for things as they are. We do not recognize the snow. Perhaps that makes us what we are.
Feb 11, 2015 / Books & the Arts / William Logan
The Blue Laws The Blue Laws
My mother, a brunette, hurried in her cloth coat through postwar Sundays, which fell
Sep 4, 2003 / Books & the Arts / William Logan