Jesus’ Son
Everything down there but the curtain was red. it was like a movie of something that was actually happening. black pimps in fur coats. the women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them. “i’ll just take your money and go upstairs,” somebody said to me.
And then:
- A Confederate General from Big Sur The girls had come from a small college somewhere in eastern washington, and at first they allowed their attentions to...
- Cry, The Beloved Country Because the white man has power, we too want power, he said. But when a black man gets power, when...
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- Washed up photography Here are some lovely shots of flotsam and jetsam washed up on beaches....
- Television I smiled at her, surprised, flattered, befuddled, slid my cup and my little coffee pot toward my end of the...
- The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz ‘Show me a crux and I’ll show you the cracks,’ said the tightly furled man. ‘You’re not talking to squares...