Poetry
Spring 1990
The Trap
When he stared into her eyes, he stuttered, knowing that whatever he said he'd imagined a thousand times and each of those thousand times, he couldn't find the words—not moon […]
Poetry
Spring 1990
Voices of Ice
Along the edge of the river, he squinted, but what he saw again was the face of his mother floating like a disc of ice. He waded in, kissing the […]