The Last Bender, Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â By the time I reached Clara Turback’s place the daylong squalls of rain had stirred the city up from the bottom. The air...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â By the time I reached Clara Turback’s place the daylong squalls of rain had stirred the city up from the bottom. The air...
Read MoreThe Sacerdotal Clowns  Surrealism is too massive a topic for a blogh entry, but I would like to mention three American poets whose work I’ve always loved and who...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â She stood a little behind the door, in silk pajamas. The light shimmered in folds of rose and egg yolk. She stepped back and...
Read Moretheory and the novel  The divide between those who take a theoretical approach to the novel or poetry and those who take an empirical one might appear to be...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â He led me out the back of the bar and into the women’s room. There wasn’t much space for the two of us and he grunted...
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