Poetry
Winter 1999
Shedding the Vestments
I was inside her for the first time when her parents pulled up the driveway. Her father’s brain was the size of a small stone dug up by an idiot […]
Poetry
Autumn 1989
Night Light
For Mrs. Francis Up late again, I sit on the toilet flicking your night-light on and off in the little pink bathroom under the stairs. I am writing on the […]