Suppose we surprised him coming off the path into the patch of pines and saw palmettos, two girls with our child-sized bikes. Suppose he had a reason to chase us back to the path, his pale face flushed with—what? Desire? Wrath?
Turner, a celebrity chef, wrote Brian Turner’s Favourite British Recipes: Classic Dishes from Yorkshire Pudding to Spotted Dick. He played drums for the horror-punk band Schoolyard Heroes, played hockey for New Zealand in the sixties, lifted th...
When his beloved Sophie died, Novalis Lay by her grave and wept himself to sleep. On the third night she met him in a dream. He woke transformed, longing for the last trance, “When sleep shall be without waking.”
Goddess, I have watched your motions gratify the world. Votaries of all casts and ages, genders, voices bow to you as they must, for nothing follows without you.
