Poetry
Autumn 1994
Pantoum: The Morning After
There are two ways of looking at it: trust everything you hear, or sort out what she says, and what she really means. So you did what was forbidden. Trust […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
Pantoum: Amulet
Swimming in my memory, a place of pleasure like a happy ending drifting through a dream. She’s on with a pale, plump guy, a walking migraine. On the radio serial, […]