There is a self-contained serenity about the houses, driveways, sidewalks and streets. School has just released, children bundle home on …

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  Music sweeps us up in a gentle rise, a sirocco, a slight swaying of hips. Black and white, 1971 …

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Our memories, once so sharp and short, now litter the landscape with the bones of our hopes. It is strange, …

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In conversation with Mark Strand They are gone, your friends too. Now on this coldest of nights you will turn …

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The chosen few will pass this night of gales floating in the intimacy of friends and fine ideas. While we …

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