Poetry
Autumn 2005
Feeding the Fire
Down the chute the coal chunks come, black and brittle from time's press, packed with essence of dim forests, funk of flora, fungiforms, relics of the Paleozoic destined for my […]
Poetry
Autumn 2005
Nectar
Sometimes I find them when I'm dusting, dead bees on the windowsill where they had beat against the pane, a thin translucent mystery that barred them from the garden, the […]