Month: February 2016

  • January 1984

    All my writing in the garbage can, Deodorant from my friend’s mother, Christmas gifts from strangers. Packing to leave the psych ward For a mental hospital in Westchester Where, they’ll say, an old woman, Heir to Gilded Age money, Spends her last days. I imagine she has a whole floor to herself, Muffled and dark…

  • Mote and Beam II

    It doesn’t matter what others think of you–it matters what you think of others. It doesn’t matter what others think of you–it matters what you think of yourself. This is the crux of the admonition: “Judge not that ye be not judged.”