Critique

Tell me what you think, he said, eyes eager, expectant, testing friendship and risking self. He took two folded slips of paper from his wallet and handed them to me. Two scrawled poems, short, unidentified I like them, they’re very nice, I said, not knowing how to respond, then paused, reading again the papers in [...]

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Pausing to thank Dylan Thomas

Long ago, longer ago than I like to think it was, I was 18 and in my first year of college at the University of Chicago, out of my small town and in the city more-or-less on my own for the first time. Somehow, I no longer remember how, I discovered a great treasure in [...]

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