Not recognizing himself
He wanted only himself. He had chosen
From all the faces he had ever seen
Only his own. He was himself
The torturer who now began his torture.
—Ted Hughes,
I grew up in State College, PA, one of the premier college cities in the U.S.
The downtown is quaint, full of cute hipster cafés and vintage clothing stores.
I loved the
Dear City Mouse,
I hope you are well. Things are, well, no, to be honest, things are not well
here. I opened the glove compartment in the car this morning only to find
Let us begin with the lima beans. Ten maybe.
Does it matter?
I ask this question several times in The Novelist.
[http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/the-novelist-by-l-l-barkat/] And it is a good
one, if
I guessed who she was before I saw her wearing mimosa tweed. On my way up the
stairs I looked and she was there, tall and blond. She smiled a slight, quick
smile.