Poetry
Winter 2005
Three Poems
Since dawn, the dove’s melancholic repetitions have haunted the air. Melodies from childhood, oh, please not that. Some memories I can feel in my body like a bruise. Mothers walk […]
Poetry
Summer 1996
Four Poems
1 My mother was a beautiful woman. She had been a beautiful child. She danced for the soldiers, then, and sang for them, and everyone clapped and cheered. When her […]
Poetry
Winter 1991
Four Days: Earthquake
An earthquake terrified us all. The house trembled, the walls moved. Now the boy spins, throws himself to the ground, and laughs at this. When his eyes are closed and […]