Poetry
Autumn 1990
Thinking about My Father
I have to go back past the way he was at the end, panting for breath, begging for medicine, crazy from medicine taken for years. This is hard because in […]
Poetry
Autumn 1990
The Birds
Driving a dirt road, a man and his wife see flashes of a yellow like a new crayon, then a blue so brightly royal that the husband stops as if […]