I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Further Reading
As the Crow Flies by Sarah Marshall
From a crow’s eye, as the crow flies, something like gold. From the height of a child— or a girl-sized child— or a child-sized girl (for who are you to say? You have not met her until this moment, have not seen her bare, white feet as she picks along the railroad tracks down by […]
Who Made That Wooden Horse, and What’s It Doing on Our Beach? What Greece Needs Now
by David Kirby (photos by Barbara Hamby)
THE SICK MAN OF EUROPE A funny thing happened on the way to Greece: I kept getting hijacked to India. When I’m researching a subject, I begin by talking to as many people as I can and pulling every halfway-relevant book off the library shelf. I also read The New York Times every morning and tear out […]
Oh, So You’re an Actor? by Anthony Jones
Listen— I coach basketball in the South Bronx that’s what I do and earlier today we lost in the city playoffs our fourth quarter comeback came up three points short and after the game I sat by my favourite player a little lefty point guard with a big heart who doesn’t take shit from anybody […]
