“Was that really all there was to love? Darkness undone, a hand on your forehead. In the meantime all you could do was wait--tired, alone, the minutes as long or short as a lifetime--for the face in your dream to… — Eric Puchner Copy Share Image
“Afterward, she'd do yoga on the front lawn in the mizzling rain, lying on her back and then lifting herself slowly into an arch,… — Eric Puchner Copy Share Image
“Was that really all there was to love? Darkness undone, a hand on your forehead. In the meantime all you could do was wait--tired,… — Eric Puchner Copy Share Image
