Poetry
Summer 1990
The Dare
Holding hands a hundred feet above the water that used to be Glen Canyon, inching toward the edge, and then we're off, out into that voluminous expanse of air, out […]
Poetry
Summer 1990
The Worry Dolls
You can catch the bus on the east side of Cork in front of a small dairy. Be sure it's the green bus and that a child cranks open the […]
Poetry
Summer 1990
Acupuncture
Down the Canyon to El Toro Road— hawks coasting overhead— past Leisure World and its myriad of gates, you come to a network of malls where magic and the ordinary […]