Poetry
Spring 1994
The Lights on the Harbor
Jasmine wears a floppy, floral print hat, as is the fashion with the girls her age who shop on Fulton Street; they wear men’s shoes waxed and shiny to add […]
Poetry
Spring 1994
Letters to the Baby
Sometime in March I am not your mother and you are a perfect fat baby. People like you. They poke at your spiral plump legs, enumerate your fingers and toes […]