Stealing Time I dropped you off at your apartment this morning And sat in the car for a while before driving away. I remembered living in Washington, practicing law At a Georgetown firm, red brick sidewalks, and winter Falling from the sky like a newly-arrived diplomat, Black SUV’s ubiquitous on Pennsylvania Avenue, Icy water … Continuado
Buena parte de la literatura norteamericana moderna ha tenido siempre algo de fotógrafico. Incluso la poesía, con su manera otra de decir el mundo, tiene en estos lares cierta gravedad contemplativa; un intento por cumplir con eso que Sontag calificara como el mandato de Withman: registrar por entero las extravagantes franquezas de la experiencia estadounidense … Continuado
Body Snatchers I flew down from Boston to bring my father Home from the hospital. He was dying. Hospice Was giving him morphine. Still, he had moments of Lucidity. He told me cancer was a terrible thing. He said he’d never done anything to deserve it. He’d Taken care of himself. I don’t think … Continuado