Posts Tagged ‘White’

In which The Gay Recluse freezes to death. It goes without saying that nothing is black and white. But at the moment it feels like nothing is gray, either. It’s more like there are layers of perception, some of which are made of iron, and some of which will melt away. Advertisements


In which The Gay Recluse retreats to our garden in Washington Heights. As it has done for thousands of years — and not just in our garden — the hellebore has sent forth the most beautiful, delicate blossoms at this improbable juncture, as if to taunt winter into sending one last storm. (Let’s hope nobody […]