Poetry
Spring 1998
Walking the Mall
Young ones in their indolent hurry, bare midriffs rippling, storm toward me and away, jawing about O.J., school, the big game. On their way to lives they imagine will be […]
Poetry
Winter 1981
The Retired Pastor’s Creed: He Believes
Michelangelo’s dead wrong. Adam had no navel. He was born unattached. Frogs are born spontaneously from Nile mud. A woman and man can burst into flame for no reason at […]