Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Summer Storm
And stay with us for this late-breaking story, said the voice, but I was listening to the laughter of the storm, alchemical and soaring, wild afterthought unraveling the flat sunlight. […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Wall-Writing
The busyness of these walls. The scrawls on them, the names and peeling posters. DOREEN. TRAGIC MAGIC. ARE YOU THERE? I am walking where the city splits from its glossy […]