Poetry
Autumn 1990
Notes from the Tower*
You don't know why, but the cracked shell of a walnut is just as frightening as twelve hands holding torches in dark hallways. You're afraid to think about a castle […]
Poetry
Autumn 1990
Fear of Angels
for S. S. "Don't say goodbye. Have you heard the one about the …?"—a veteran of World War II, he's broke, a retired bank teller who makes up stories about […]