Seven years. It’s been seven years since I crossed the threshold into that classroom, feeling like a little girl slipping…
Meeting Dostoevsky
Every time I open that last book of his, he tells me that before I go any further, I must…
Waiting, Meaning, Kingdom
“I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of…
To Be Too Conscious
“I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness — a real thorough-going illness.” –The Underground Man, Notes…
Hope Unyielding 