I. John, Andrew, and I have this thing where we try to get together for dinner every so often just to check up on one another. It started as something we did in college once in a while; five years later we are still doing it. I join them for dinner at the Indian place …
The things undid in the land of undone call to us in the flames. -Lee Upton, Undid in the Land of Undone Late morning, on the first of May – when the cherry trees on Petrin Hill first bloom’d,when the statue of Man shed his shackles and was whole again, there proceeded a troupe of …
There are days when I wake up in a coffin of bookswhose pages are all empty and my pockets are full of blue pens with no ink. On those days, the libricidal fire of Hrabel’s furnacesparks and roars;one wrong step and it will swallow me up. I find myself on the Charles Bridgestaring longingly into …