their oceanof avenuesFor I have cometo a conclusion—somebastionof sandfrom which I witnessthe ... [+]
their oceanof avenuesFor I have cometo a conclusion—somebastionof sandfrom which I witnessthe ... [+]
Every time I walked by the house it haunted me. The run-down brick house at the top of a hill, window frames rotting, trim crusted with flaked paint. It showed no evidence of life, no evidence of ... [+]
When I get home from Sunday Service, I strip my pressed white shirt in the living room. I step out of my slacks. Peel off the tight black socks. I fumble naked for my dive skin, the black and blue ... [+]