Poetry
Winter 2000
Carnival Mood
But my god you were beautiful. A vegetarian, right? It comes back to me. Forget those brilliant enchiladas I offered you one after another outside the 4-H tent. Can you […]
Poetry
Winter 2000
The Eternal Light of Talk
For Bill That’s one way to look at it, I thought, without naming it, leaving the thing unnamed, without definition—still, just beyond, breathing but silently. Well, he would have thought […]
Poetry
Winter 2000
Carnival Food
On two lines by John Ashbery It was great to see you the other day at the carnival. Our enchiladas were delicious, the turtles in their glass bowls so cheerfully […]