Monthly Archive: September 2006

He would disappear for hours to his desk upstairs here in Providence … Later, after hours of work, he’d re-emerge satisfied, relaxed, and ready to celebrate with us. about Robert Creeley, in Acknowledgements to...

is the opposite of my sadness

Red Bamboo – good, enjoyed eating something vegan that tasted like chicken kids – tolerable, polite, tolerating the adults conversation – lagging, but I didn’t take too much responsibility parks – populated the “show”...

My dog came back from the dead. He was in my car barking. I was dismayed that he was back. He had a deep cut on his leg, partially healed, that made his leg...