Poetry
Spring 1992
Dinosaurs
At the end their death was clean in its dimensions, smooth, clear, ivory as porcelain or ice carved out from the local weather. The bones are ideas of what has […]
Poetry
Spring 1992
At the Scene of the Crime
It takes time to give up a life. There is the beating of my heart watching goldfish in a hotel pool swim in stunned circles of flotation. And air’s favorites: […]