"One of the things about being a writer is that it’s a solitary occupation. One of the great pleasures of my life was the few times when I’ve been it and done it with other people. The most intense version of that was the four years I spent at Harvard working on The Crimson, the newspaper."
Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...
Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
