Tribute It takes ten thousand hours to shine at anything.And if we haven’t spent night after night on the Reeperbahn cranking our act so tight it stood up all by itself and walked,we’ve come close, but we still fall flat. We sweat inside our Sullivan suits. The early...
“Guns shooting at loaves of bread.” “Coyotes stumbling down an empty freeway. Eyes are milky.” “There’s too much sun. The sun shines whenever and wherever it likes. Night is old fashioned.” “Where is the correct...
When I turned on the lights the place came out of the darkness like an animal caught in the headlamps of a car. All the plants whose names I’d forgotten reproached me silently; the Russian vine looked moribund. ‘Sorry,’ I said. I filled a jug and...