Poetry
Winter 1991
Just
It was just a story, he said, emphasison just as if that were a diminishment, as if it were an adjustment to the powerthe story had, a movement from thirdinto […]
Poetry
Summer 1996
Those Summer Sundays
Sundays my father would join us at the club pool, his skin white and delicate as cigarette paper on the one day he took from the women who lined […]
Poetry
Summer 1996
The Other Life
The life you wish you had lived inhabits the lavender scarf you lift now and then from the dresser drawer. Like perfume, it invades every room in your house […]