Tired Of Issue no. 74 Fall-Winter 1978 Not the wrist of the sunsetwhich sinks every nightbelow the electrical wires—
An Attentive Memoir of Life in Parma March 20th, 2020 The value of “writing a life” that Wallis Wilde-Menozzi undertook a quarter century ago is now the model to express our times.
I Have Wasted My Life December 24th, 2018 In my early readings, I thought the final line of James Wright’s poem was a statement of defeat. Now I’ve come to understand it differently.
I Have Wasted My Life April 16th, 2018 “I vant to be alone,” my mother used to say distractedly, channeling Greta Garbo, when my brother and I were wrecking havoc at home. In fact, though Garbo’s character said the line in the 1932 film Grand Hotel, Garbo herself never said it. What …