selected past writing at 42opus
All this was long ago, but I do not forget
Our small white house, between the city and the farms;
He could find no better word for life
2 September 2004 | poetry
I set out to make a list of five, but found choosing among the nineteen stories more difficult than I had anticipated. I whittled the list to seven, then, to justify my failure to choose, slipped a cheap play off the year into the title.