I stand in the thin cotton gown, opened to the front, revealing myself. Last night I stood in this very same position in the
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here” William Shakespeare, The Tempest The first time I heard his voice in my ear, I
The bridge to the mall has gone out again—rusted girders pregnantly bending, groaning, and bursting—discharging plates of metal to the river below, where they