by Elaine Margolis
The mime, dressed in black, a shawl across one shoulder, a dark lens on one eye, moved his head from side to side as he adjusted his cuffs, holding the crowd, holding me, keeping us inside the space of, not letting us escape from, his unseeing single-eyed stare.
A tape player filled the Paris [...]
Monthly Archives: July 2005
Something Hidden by Elaine Margolis
Partners (an excerpt) by N.D. Wheeler
by N.D. Wheeler
I fancied myself an artist; he wanted to be a writer.
I took photographs, later picking them up from the developer with anticipation and surprise, always surprise, as though someone else had taken the pictures and I didn’t know what to expect.