Roger is reading Zola in bed. Edna stands in the doorway, her Minolta generates clicks. He reads the same sentence
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Patricia Catto lives and works (some) in Bisbee Arizona where she is retiring from teaching at the Kansas City Art » Continue reading An Interview With Patricia Catto by David Hoenigman… Late night doorbell. My eldest on the couch watching tv, her sister next to her asleep. “What the …?” I Individual entries on Richard Kostelanetz’s work in several fields appear in various editions of Readers Guide to Twentieth-Century Writers, Merriam-Webster » Continue reading An Interview With Richard Kostelanetz by David Hoenigman… Listen to a podcast of Alexandra Seidel’s “Pigeons.” Pigeons My mother would take me to the park each Sunday In I could make girls laugh. Make their bodies shake with delight, fold with ease. It was a gift, a magical At night: above the town moon a candle over a map lit, the streets, animal pounding woods-shape stick cut for |
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