Poetry
Spring 1997
Stillborn
How strange that I told you, after coming in from play, how I wanted a sister, had always wanted a sister, the way children do. That morning, driving home, the […]
Poetry
Spring 1997
White
To be a reflection of so many elements each true, each deep, each startlingly clear tuberose, paperwhites, baby's breath small clouds straying across the sky to be so overwhelmingly full […]
Poetry
Spring 1997
Definitions Containing Loss
The loss of a ship or cargo; the equitable distribution of such a loss among concerned parties. as in: this concerns me as much as you A measure of the […]