In the bowl of a wooden spoon a single raisin, purple as the blackest pip.…

Aquinas Spengler was a mandarin. His vast need for understanding coincided uneasily with a façade…

When Dion first laid eyes on Mary Effingham she was being thrown out in the…

On top of Montrose, to the left of Downtown, in a building whose bohemian fourth…

It has happened before. One sets aside a scrap of a memoir and, returning to…