In a flannel nightgown, an hour after sunset, she seems farm wife or owner, fraught, as she bends by kerosene light over bills on a scratched wood table, A white cockatoo on her shoulder nips for attention. and as she lifts him...
Someone has risen hurriedly, late for Geometry, or an assignation we really have to talk left the chair angled away from the comfortable line of the table, left a gap as broad as the need to...
On a sunny, late August afternoon, I saw my best friend, Jim, for the last time. To visit him, I had to cross a smooth, two-lane state highway that connected our town to lonely rural stretches. Another block away were the four...
Ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have
– James Baldwin
