When the house of flesh disappears in an earthquake of its own making, this house of wood and glass will stay fixed in its
The quiet man walks through the town, alone. Sits in cafés, pours & drinks his coffee, alone. Taps his pencil on the table, watches
The man in front of the ice cream store is covered with tattoos: stars and planets orbit his wrists, a bouquet of roses blooms
an abridged biography of Shirley Jackson One night in the middle of another drunken party—the usual parade stepping over cats and trash, the