Poetry
Summer 1998
Ode to Public Bathrooms
After using a bathroom in which it looks as if a murder has just taken place, I realize the French have had one or two terrific ideas based on the […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
Thinking of Galileo
When, during a weekend in Venice while standing with the dark sky above the Grand Canal exploding in arcs of color and light a man behind me begins to explain […]