Powser Hoak had never wanted anything more than to own an underwater trampoline. In his 1970s-era Miami ranch home, he had amassed a striking collection…
Poet and Novelist
Poet and Novelist
Powser Hoak had never wanted anything more than to own an underwater trampoline. In his 1970s-era Miami ranch home, he had amassed a striking collection…
The cleric was perched atop a tufted Ottoman. It was a fussy piece — circular, deep-green leather studded with buttons, festooned with thick, scratchy strands…
Of course, great aunt Ida had in her drawing room, not merely a chaise, but a Turkish cozy corner. A miserable, dusty old thing no…
Legend has it that Rogelio Bustamante built it back in 1861, moving in with his new bride, Leticia Villareal, immediately on completion. It was an …
Delphinia Vogelhart was a woman of dignified bearing and stolid demeanor. Though she knew little of the world beyond her door, she commanded immediate respect…
There is, within the shadowed borderlands of our county, a place so perverse in aspect, so wholly unamenable to the ordinary laws of habitation, that…
It was on a Saturday of particularly genteel promise in the merry month of May, in the year eighteen hundred and ninety-one, that The Hall…
It was a cool night in the early spring of 1897 when Lavinia Harrow rose in a panic. A yellow, sickly light, filtered through the…
In the waning light of a late-October afternoon—one of those pale, chastened hours in which the sun appears too ashamed to cast a proper beam—Miss…
It was in the late autumn of 1889, when the maples had grown the colour of old embers and the river mist clung to the…