Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Drams and Scruples
A lunatic murmurs in the street like traffic and sleeps The night for warmth curled in an ash pile By the glass factory. When he wakes In the morning, he […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
What Happened Is Hank Williams Died Here in 1948
Somebody steals the new Sears store chain saw From old man Sawyer's garage, leaving empty Its outline on his pegboard done in thick, white paint. Everyone under twenty's going crazy […]