Poetry
Summer 1998
From “Arcady”
You have embarked And the ears of corn bending down And the lion’s eyebrows Remain with me You have made the voyage A little knife and purple A flower and […]
Poetry
Spring 1997
No Difference I Know They Are
more of a red heart the powder man wants the red-hearted the poor wood has the aspen any? greater use give me gladness which has never given place give me […]
Poetry
Spring 1997
Thanksgiving for a Son
sudden fever stills his small permission [quiet roseate [quiet roseate quiet German village inside a child’s presage