Poetry
Spring 1992
What Wind Will Do
I My father knows what wind will do. He swears he never knew before. He never dreamed one gust could break his hundred-year-old oak in two. Until a sound like […]
Poetry
Spring 1992
Two Couples
The mother throws her voice in loops, up high, above the baby’s head, now brings it down, it swoops and swoops; she scoops him up and off to bed, now […]