A train comes into the station with the sound of a wave rushing to shore, which is also the sound of time coming to a point. This is the moment when a row of holiday-makers, waist deep in the sea, greets the onset of a big swell...
In 1991 I was sharing a five-thousand-square-foot loft with a friend of mine in downtown L.A. The building was located in an industrial area on the outskirts of town. Most of the buildings in the neighborhood consisted of old...
He was a very calm person. But he struggled with his place. The way everyone does sometimes. Only for him, the struggle never ceased. Mid-April saw a chill arrive from the north. The furnace roared to a start. They’d just opened...
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power – Toni Morrison
