Christopher Buckley – All the While
All the While The bare branches pointing to the place Where there’s time for everything —Amichai The sky’s a blank sheet but for the footnotes of cloud at the bottom, unreadable as ever …. I lived back there in a mid-century gray— from our street to the beach, from the tide-pools and fog- […]
Christopher Buckley – Know-nothing
Know-nothing. . . y entre los que menos sabian yo siempre supe un poco menos —Neruda Among those who knew what they were talking about, I invariably knew less . . . for years I was a dangerous young man . . . . In college, I put in the […]
