Poetry
Winter 2008
Night Heart
Awake. Hurt. Hate you When you lie in bed, hating the day that hurt. And turning the head, Hitting it; hurt yet? Here you hit the pillow with your head, […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
In an Empty Garden
Better to fall, better to fall than wait To be held in air; wanting to be held, Held in words we use when we embrace. I wanted to be held […]