Robert Gibbons

We'd had lunch already, but I wanted to see what goat meat looked like, so we stopped in next door to the Somali place on St. John Street, where the old butcher obliged. It's bright red, & sinewy. I asked …

My reluctance to choose York Street didn't last long, at first simply finding myself there, then deliberately heading up or down, what with the light slanting just right, it must have originally been a ridge above the harbor. Then, the …

Though it reeks of it in that grand sequence of prose poems, Paris Spleen, Baudelaire uses the word prostitution only three times. He seems to equate the phenomena with generosity of spirit, a creative sharing of the self with the …