Poetry
Winter 1983
A Month of Saints
for Daniela Gioseffi I Well, I am sorry to admit I missed Mass on August fifteenth, The Feast of the Virgin’s Assumption into heaven. Her body is here in the […]
Fiction
Summer 1958
The Last Class
In the cab, leaving his apartment at The Faculty Club, Clark thought of it not as a party evening. It would be a record-listening session, an extra, optional class, the […]
Poetry
Spring 1956
Narcissus: Vision and Retrospect
The little-known bird of the inner eye.— Consciousness assuming the shape of a heron.— —Titles of Morris Graves. I taste the bones of my enormous skull.— —Lorca. Still I kneel […]