Poetry
Winter 1998
Flesh and Blood
Author’s Note: The italicized passages in this work are quoted without change from letters my father sent to my mother during World War II. Omaha Beach, its towering cliffs, […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
What We Knew
If knowledge is power what collusion of human and physical forces stripped from my father the right to face his known and certain prognosis: terminal, progressive, but slow enough for […]