Bones

I’m not going to talk about writing. There are these bones, you see, almost 32,000 of them, strung together in a fairly reasonable order. I think they will function well. All the joints are properly connected, in the right places—foot, ankle, shin, knee, and so on. It took a bit of effort. A few bones … More Bones

Honesty

I vowed not to return until I had news about some piece, or poem, or what-have-you being published, knowing that at the rate I finish work and submit, that could be years… …but then Philip Roth died. *** I came to Roth’s work through a friend, who handed me a copy of The Ghost Writer … More Honesty

Pudding

Once upon a time, there was Comfort, and there was Safety, and each was known for its own special meaning. Because the two got along so well, they developed a relationship of mutual respect and autonomy. Comfort could live without Safety, and Safety could live without Comfort; but as they discovered they were often better … More Pudding