Excerpt from Each in a Place Apart In my stupid arithmetic, we're outnumbered, she and I, by my wife and two sons. Barbara doesn't notice any change. We visit her parents. Her dad and I go fishing. Bobby's in school. Linda never asks me to leave them, never says she'll leave me. We promise only that we'll meet next week again at Vicki's or at Chuck's. The quick assurances each time, we're fine, ...

Excerpt from The World at Large Bits are the same continuing relations and affections. They are the same as the same one. From the littoral inland at Cape Hold with Hope, each bit spans as time itself does on its way to the sun's going out forever, each whiles away entrained as air, ice, rock or water, the belt of land tall, for the most part, troughed, drift-mantled, its tables, deltas and ...