Poetry
Winter 1999
Emissary
for Uriel When you ask me why Raffaello died what can I tell you but he consigned himself to flying. There was nothing in the sky that week to warn […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Impiety
After many quiet days, he decided—as simply as turning down the covers for the night—to let gothis body forever, so she would know what that felt like, too:an awakening, the […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
The Good-Bye
What made me feel most powerlesswas the way your death fell in line with the seasons, as if you were only an individual leaf turning, mostly imperceptible, mostly wind. Afterwardsthey […]