The light that dripped through the Venetian blinds was so inviting that the doctor, waking up, wanted to lick it like caramel syrup. He slid away from the sheets, lowered his naked feet onto the rug

The Bergdorf Hills rise unobtrusively in south-central North Dakota east of the badlands and were not fully described until 1923, in a book by the youngest son of a prominent New York family, Meyer Bergdorf

This year so far, I had said, Hello, Goodbye, Do you have change for twenty dollars, Where is the bathroom, and I love you. I had meant every word.

This morning the snow is falling again. It has already filled in the ruts in the drive. The snow makes me happy. Under it tired landscapes concede, errors disappear, and sin is bone under, the whiteness an absolute of infinite possible beginnings.

A man leaves a dockside tavern in the early morning, the smell of the sea in his nostrils, and a whiskey bottle in his pocket, gliding over the cobbles lightly as a ship leaving harbour.

We arrive at dusk, in a drizzle. Everything wet, dark, slippery. Dock building huge, dimly ht by tiny yellow bulbs at far intervals. Black geometry angled against dark sky. Cluster lamps glowing—they are loading cardboard cartons labelled Product of Canada.