William Logan

Snow Snow

How did we come to this cold place? It is not listed on the maps. The cold has disarranged your face. These memories are not ours, perhaps. But still we must pretend to know the reason for things as they are. We do not recognize the snow. Perhaps that makes us what we are.

Feb 11, 2015 / Books & the Arts / William Logan

The Blue Laws The Blue Laws

My mother, a brunette, hurried in her cloth coat through postwar Sundays, which fell

Sep 4, 2003 / Books & the Arts / William Logan

The Globe The Globe

 

Jun 14, 2001 / Books & the Arts / William Logan

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