EXIT 17 is just somewhere on a motorway, in grey weather
How strange the future looks, now that it’s here at last.
From my balcony, the enigmatic, silent, meditative movements of a crane, high above a building site a few blocks away; like Christ in Majesty
Vive Macron! Vive la République! Vive la France! À bas le nazisme!
I posted this on my publisher’s website a little over seven years ago. The pestilence has been far more deadly than I ever imagined. I spent the last days of the summer as a writer in residence at La Torre de Dalt, in Catalunya; a beautiful medieval building, a little palace of marble floors, elaborate dark mirrors and vaulted ceilings, …
Dubinsky’s front door opened and a girl came out, turning to say something to the doorman before trotting down the steps. I saw her the other day, leaving the house as I was going in: pale, red hair. Andy called out to her. “Sally! Come and say hello sweetheart!” “Sally Dunbar,” she said, holding her hand out. “You must be …
The Captains had paid their dues for years in Africa. They had acquired the skills they needed to change the world – to rebuild it closer to the heart’s desire – at great personal expense, at the cost of many deaths, of many friends, in a pointless war.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land
A DATE WHICH WILL LIVE IN INFAMY
28 And when he was come to the other side into the country of the Gergesenes, there met him two possessed with devils, coming out of the tombs, exceeding fierce, so that no man might pass by that way. 29 And, behold, they cried out, saying, art thou come hither to torment us before the time? 30 And there was …
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