Scared, tired Whitman.
Joan aborts? Lane leaves for home.
Joan and Roger, mugged and loved.
Sunday night, I was sitting at our dining room table, half watching the football game between the Manning brothers and wholly reading James Dickey’s Deliverance. It was about ten o’clock, and the moon was out, and there was enough light from the kitchen window to cast a shadow on something odd on the floor.
An essay I wrote for The Nervous Breakdown.
Book reading and wine reception — that’s a pretty good combination. If you happen to be in the NYC area tomorrow night, please come by Korean Cultural Services at 460 Park Ave.(57th Street), 6th Floor. In addition to yours truly, Alex Chee and Taehun Kim will also be there to read from their works. It all starts at 7pm.