Poetry
Winter 2001
Under the Sun
You move the chair aside. You touch yourself, accordingly. Your wrist. A piece of driftwood. Iron where there was nothing. Meaning it. ❦ ❦ ❦ […]
Poetry
Winter 2001
Wilderness & the American Mind
The land to body ratio; you can't have both she said before the wind took hold. Afraid to hurt, afraid to suffer more— what would it mean to […]
Poetry
Winter 2001
What We See Under the Stars
She leaned down from the riverbank, He was explaining why he loved and there could be no better reason. This became one limit. What remained was late […]