Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
November
It is raining today, the slick whale backs of sidewalks surfacing along the block. Look how the earth throws them up, buckled, breaking. The fallen leaves, raked into humps, flatten, […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Late Fall, Rain
The rain is picking its switches, beating the chrysanthemums for their own good. The eye can see only in muted lines, disappearances. Where is the baby we threw out with […]