Bookmarks by Timothy Robbins

I laminate bookmarks because I can’t laminate men. Not one bad actor lighting another bad actor’s cigarette in a fake transport plane. Not the stuntman rising from the sand, his parachute opening behind him, framing his safe landing like an O’Keefe canvas. I mark my books because I can’t mark men. Not the astonishing Filipino, maybe named Nathan. Two years of lunch hours visits. He … Continue reading Bookmarks by Timothy Robbins