Poetry
Autumn 1988
The Third Walk: Mckinley Park Hotel to Mount Healy Overlook
Wind in a bush gives me a start. Moose sign, but no moose, no bear. I whistle a Dvořák serenade—calm fatalist—against my fear. Helped by the wind, I rise above […]
Poetry
Autumn 1988
Neptune’s Daughter
Two sons come home on a bus, but she’s unaccounted for, left behind at the shore. I chide the lady driver who should have counted. And then—cartoons of fish debating […]
Poetry
Autumn 1988
Walking Past Midnight
For Linda Schandelmeier Dusk in the arctic whistled me out of bed. I felt its feathersbrushing by. Moon pink in the west; a whippoorwill’s call, a thrush. I saw a […]