Poetry
Fall 2013
Future Perfect
Following the birds to the vanishing point, empty sky. Nothing happens but everything happens inside it. Scrying where there is nothing to see. Look! the Nepali clerk says, Your change! […]
Poetry
Fall 2013
For Love
If you are the querent you must learn to trust a woman in a doorway too far away to see without punctuation ▪ ▪ I'm trying to explain the situation—my English […]