Poetry
Winter 2008
Gravity
That afternoon I kept seeing the earth without us, its glass face wiped clean. The maples were a different shade from last year. I stood there, thinking how a tornado […]
Poetry
Autumn 1989
Distance and Design
In those first moments of spring at Ed’s place we spoke of moonlight—how last night on Highway 64 a moonlit horse shot out of its pasture and into the man […]