Poetry
Winter 2012
From “Ruin Island”
Narrow it to this: the room of hay, the bed of twigs, the floor of mud ground smooth with pacing. The man whittling: first a reindeer, then a horse, then […]
Poetry
Winter 2012
Poem
February 8, 2011 Wave-battered, ice-bound, at last the long night-shadows retreat. Salt and fresh water mix here in the unruly way thirst and satiation commingle. Torn from an imagined home […]