In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

13 TO P S YC H E What she awakens in me is that I do recognize her face. The light in those eyes radiant above what is breathless. Her face changes like the moon’s phases: the crescent this morning shining through mist, Long Mountain deep in clouds and the dawn rising. When we know what we want, it is just like this, this not knowing, but thinking we know; and all of it disappearing in the light around us. ...

Share