Poetry
Fall 2010
Draw into your room the
Draw into your room the birds curled by a finger, to your chest the mountains from between slats of blinds, streamer by streamer. We’re not stopping, not counting in this […]
Poetry
Fall 2010
Gift
A mix-up, and a package from you has arrived two weeks after you. White box painted with red and yellow flowers bright as patois. No perches like on a birdhouse— […]