Poetry
Spring 1994
Birthright
Begin with white sheets flapping amiably in an early breeze, the heavens dawning biblical blue and my mother teaching me to believe in the goodness of mankind but to trust […]
Poetry
Spring 1994
New Windows
1. The stewardess gave me—I had just turned six—a white eyelet sweater. It was late November 1968. This is America, she told me, cold, not like the West Indies. One […]