Poetry
Autumn/ September 1967
Hours in a Library
Identitas. Carruthers kept back numbers of Transactions of the Bibliographical Society The one professed umbilical that wound into his past. An open man, Carruthers, mostly. All his shelves were kept […]
Poetry
Autumn/ September 1966
Welcome to the Grand Hotel
Jawbone shot loose, the dying leopard ranWith killer teeth hung in a slack grimace.Cleaned now, that tawny pelt beds-her lank thighs.A python’s tube of skin, cut to her shoes,Taken so […]