Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
Not long after that I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoe-box. I left Saint Louis. I descended the steps of this fire escape and followed, from then on, in my father’s footsteps, attempting to find in great motion what was…
I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of colored glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colors, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then all at once my sister touches my…
Writers are paranoid, because they’re living two lives – their creative life, which they are most protective of, and their life as a human being. They have to protect both lives. I put a premium on the creative life. One risks one’s personal life…
