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At church camp, in a air raid shelter in wartime England, on an old flatbed trailer
November 1988Waking Up Together
We are always infinite. What’s special about the moment is that it allows us to forget infinity and discover the joys of limitation.
November 1988Chased
She was chaste and chased. Miriam saw the men looking at her as she dove into the swimming pool, her body a golden promise.
August 1988The Disappearance Of Baby Dinosaurs
The light is off in the hallway. It’s been off for a month and the first floor tenant, Mrs. Gaynor, has complained to the landlord. Over and over.
July 1988When Work Is Play
Writing is like psychotherapy, or a spiritual discipline. It is a way of encountering reality. It teaches me about myself and the world around me. I’m not sure how it does that, just as I’m not sure how the revelations of religion and psychotherapy happen. People who don’t “believe” in writing don’t know what I’m talking about. To them I call it my work, putting it in a context they can understand.
February 1988What It’s Like
It’s like being in Miss Wheeler’s class but wanting to play with the kids in Miss King’s class. The thing is, they go to recess at 10:30 with the fifth graders, while your class goes at 11 with the kindergarteners.
January 1988Hannah
Just as it is difficult to picture an angel without wings, it is difficult to picture a human with wings. But more than I once considered, it seems that, under certain circumstances, the two are readily interchangeable, just as some solids will transform directly into gases.
December 1987The Dance
During this holiday season, Sharon has gotten into the habit of counting how many of her ex-lovers show up at any given party.
November 1987Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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