The Clock Was My Movies
An hour-and-a-half ride on the subway from east side to west. Always waiting, finding a place between riveted posts, a light in the tunnel, I… Read More »The Clock Was My Movies
An hour-and-a-half ride on the subway from east side to west. Always waiting, finding a place between riveted posts, a light in the tunnel, I… Read More »The Clock Was My Movies
I was taking a long walk, the first day I had stepped out of the house in an unmarked direction, just a squiggly line on… Read More »Dog-walking
“How’re you coming along with your contest entry?” asked AB at our weekly tête à tête in Barnum’s, a coffee shop with nice brown paneling, artwork… Read More »Antony and Cleopatra