Lost Careers: The Mother
In another possible life, the life of my mother, I travel from country to country. When I finally settle down, buy a home, it is in Vancouver at the foot of a mountain. At night, I can get in my . . .
Brick, a literary journal
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Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing to be so little reached as with criticism. Only love can grasp and hold and fairly judge them. — Rainer Maria Rilke