Poetry
Summer 1991
Unfinished Grief
A woman holds her weepingbraids, for hair is also water falling. One womanmourning is an unripe thicket. A woman hisses at shadowshiding in the fog. Many women are an army,tumbling […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
Layman’s Psychiatry
Don’t tell me you want to knowhow a woman’s body feels. A woman won’t tell you, Doktor Prime, because her body gave in and laydown a long while ago, sighed, […]