My readings as of late have convinced me of this: behind the post-modernist love of ambiguity lies the post-modernist fear of commitment. It’s sad that so many talented writers, able to craft truly rounded characters and rich situations, capable of profound observations about the very nature of our relationship to the world, to memory, to […]
I love you more than you can ever imagine…
I am an orphan when you leave for work,
Like a Cheshire Cat, I waltzed into your life: all smile and very little substance You did not reject, flee, or retreat Instead you taught me You said “I believe in you” I said “Thanks” – slowly materializing…
how far we are from who we were…!
we stretch our arms and we can touch
This train rode only at night
It had no windows and it had no doors