Poetry
Summer 1998
They Lead Me
They lead me to a “Lovely nurse” “In case B. needs her” she is I am sugary melt and disappear I ask for a dream about my marriage: “Ink.” Ink. […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
The Welsh Poet
The Welsh poet said of his mother who “left the world” last week “She was never dead in or out of it.” He showed me a beautiful Indian bird red […]