Poetry
Winter 1993
More or Less a Sorrow
What do I see? The lightless past. It’s talk. It kept us going between lovemaking. And while I was not you I discovered how truly fascinating you were, bleaching your […]
Poetry
Winter 1993
Countryside
My darling works until she finishes I resist starting– craning out the upper window over the tiled roofs we each imagine the moon sets in night mist she says she sees […]