You told me you grew up in a foster home.Fantasized about being adopted by thatanguished young couple you saw in yourbedroom window on that chill New ..
A flag was raisedand the pope puthis hand to hisforehead.An oldman cried into abouquet of flowersand candles stayedlit on a sidewalk.A young woman kep..
My prose was flaccid, a little crass, lacked clarityand structure.My characters were about as developed as a third-world country, and my analogies wer..