Poetry
Autumn 1988
The Bear Woman
The fog went out today by ten. She took the wash and hung it, then began to paint again. She paints a thin, full-breasted woman looking far away to some […]
Poetry
Autumn 1988
Supper at LaPush
After fifteen hours of light, the sun is loose and dropping. This the hour the sea ignites, and dinner fires whose signal fingers grabble the purple mist. Indian children on […]