a literary confidence
The well-dressed man in the film says, “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken.” Maybe then, it’s a good life if you don’t weaken much and an okay life if you don’t weaken a lot, and a shitty life if all you do is weaken. That’s the thing about film heroes, though, they get... Continue Reading →
by Wayne Cresser I try to remember that when Davis approached me the previous spring, he wore a halo vest and brace. He looked awful, paler than the flesh of a potato, and scraped about the mouth and eyes. I had not seen him for some time but had thought of him occasionally, wondering why... Continue Reading →
Just Between You and Me 