Poetry
Winter 1982
On My Birthday
If I want, I can read a novel from beginning to end without interruption. It's my day and if I want to spend all afternoon on the lawnchair, trailing slowly […]
Poetry
Winter 1982
Snow
They are making the world all over.This time there is the furred breath of snow.It is silent forever, now, in the new world.Silent and calm and falling whitely.The snow is […]
Poetry
Winter 1982
Winter Smoke
white manes of wild light behind the black branches of the dying elms that line the street, withered like amputated limbs that have been stuck in the ground so someone […]
Poetry
Winter 1981
The Valley Called Curve
Josef Sudek, photographer (1896-1976) Say you think too much; and say you think in squares: airless, sharp, all too clear. Sudek says: you need an egg. He placed them everywhere […]