Poetry
Summer 1998
The Swing
TThe far light on the lawn, this humming in the grass swell out of the night the crickets first sing like the source of mid-summer before it begins with the […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
Grace Notes
Smell of ash in the air, a distant burning, and the clatter of wild turkeys, the racket of sex; the woods are full of it, wing- tipped, cry of the […]