For Courtney Barrett
I wrote this a long time ago … From the tears on my cheek It feels like two minutes ago…. First memory: It’s late 1998, I’m sitting outside at McGee’s, a local bar, with…
I wrote this a long time ago … From the tears on my cheek It feels like two minutes ago…. First memory: It’s late 1998, I’m sitting outside at McGee’s, a local bar, with…
for all dear friends who are returning, all dear friends who are leaving, and all dear friends who are staying … Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was…