'The highway pushes onwards into the desert like a flat, grey cincture holding the dry, brown hills asunder. This was the road by which John Oxenshuer finally chose to make his escape. He had no particular destination in mind but was only seeking a parched place, a sandy place, a place where he could be … Continue reading A Parched Place
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A Second Volume
''By the way,' the old man said, smiling guiltily. 'While you were in the park this morning, I took the liberty of borrowing this.' He reached inside his jacket and drew forth Vilar's collection of poems. 'Oh? What did you think of them?' Vilar asked. The patriarch frowned, fidgeted and coughed. 'Ah--''An honest opinion,' Vilar … Continue reading A Second Volume
Genre and the Edges
'In the evening, I'd pour myself a glass of very strong rum on the rocks, and I'd write hardboiled poems...' Pedro Juan Gutierrez I've spent my writing life on the periphery. It's not only a matter of success, or lack of, although that certainly plays its part. You stand watching the dance floor with your … Continue reading Genre and the Edges
Absence Club 