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Fellow
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Family Therapy
There were holes in the story but I knew they were made by the devil’s horns.
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The Pale Pig
He saw the ice growing up from the dirt, the browning of the grass. The ascendance of the callous season.
Portfolio
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Notes from Sedona
Sometimes I think the only true and satisfactory means of contact with those we love is by writing rather than talking.
Journal
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The Mausoleum of Lovers
I think that death, when it comes, is ardently desired by the body (abrupt spring shower), that it is just the respite from a fatal disgust.
Translated from the French by Nathanaël
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Almanac
History is in the panorama, buried like old stones or sediment from an older era.
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A Stubborn Desire
The way of Saint James, a pilgrimage route culminating at the tomb of Saint James in Santiago Compostela in Spain, passed through Bordeaux during the Middle Ages.
Fiction
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Cattle Haul
It’s easier driving through the country, especially when you doing a cattle haul.
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Shotgun Calypso
I remember rolling the backseat window down and wondering if I was gonna forget someday.