Tag Archives: William Doreski

Unplugging the entire house: lamps, refrigerator, hi-fi, air conditioner, computer, toaster, coffee maker, nightlight, radio, TV, hair dryer, aquarium, answering machine. Powerless at last, I open Emerson’s essays and indulge in the naked word the spirit wields to contact spirit, … Continue reading →

Discouraged by leaf-slick highways, I stop at the Dawn Café. Slow and crude, the service matches my mood. But there you sit in your mink hairdo, frilly blouse, your suede skirt draping your ankles. Men shaped like pistons eye you, … Continue reading →

The gelatinous mob congeals, crowding me into a corner. I can’t sample the hors d’œuvres from here, the massive chatting-up thunderous. I should go home, but here you are, slipping through the crush to slather yourself against me, renewing my … Continue reading →

After midnight, rain dancing on the air conditioner wakes me from a dream of blunt women shuffling packages in an office. I recognized no one. A tough- looking blonde shoved a package in my face, dared me to open it. … Continue reading →