Poetry
Spring 1990
The Mysterious Strangers
He was standing in the doorway listening. "What is it?" I asked. He didn't answer, he turned and went inside. To ask a civil question and be ignored … To […]
Poetry
Winter 1988
Herons and Water Lilies
I am walking behind three men, obviously undergraduates, who are talking in loud voices. Why do they have to read Plato? They speak of the opportunities in medicine and law […]