Poetry
Winter 2000
Through a Drop of Rain
I saw the crow through a drop of rain, my face pressed toward it against the glass. Its perfect shape rocked up and down in its need. In my soul, […]
Poetry
Winter 2000
Fissure
The light, broken by a branch, collapses through the barn, one side to the other. One pine falters, then spreads its wings against the wood—both forms miraculously planed into a […]