X, The nostalgia here is overwhelming me, but I suspect you might appreciate it. I feel that this whole place exists, already, in memory. W...
In the mid-nineties I was head of a small, experimental publishing firm. It had been founded by a Mexican poet with a keen eye for post-post...
Summer is beginning its long atrophy into barrenness. A woman is sitting for lunch with a man. They are very old friends who once might have...
