Poetry
Autumn 2005
Golem
Survivor of a bus ride to work that blossomed Into deafening smoke, a swarm of glass, for him The sting has passed. It's others who wince When they meet him, […]
Poetry
Autumn 1993
‘Cuda
Yesterday, when you called me from where They wring your body in rehabilitation, And cried like static into the phone, I wanted to say, this is not you anymore, Forget […]