by Ed McWhinney
If a camera followed my movements as I went about my business, in the den reading, smoke curling over my shoulder, or simply staring through the streaks of […]
If a Camera Followed My Movements
The Shell of an Almond
by Amanda McQuade
Tastes like wet wheat on a deserted road,
Like your name in my mouth – bitter
Darjeeling steep in day-old water
Under a dusty radiator.
I bring you to me, mouth split […]
Days of Heaven
(Directed by Terrence Malick)
by Kevin Murphy
The last time I’d had a White Russian was July 1999. I had just turned twenty-one, and I worked in Yellowstone National Park.
Some friends and […]
