Poetry
Winter 1995
Grandma to Little Red
I know each time you set out on a stroll your mother yammers, “Careful! Don’t stray off the path. Beware—that forest’s one big trough of dangers, home to beasts; I […]
Poetry
Winter 1995
Imagine Danger
Imagine danger as a way of life—not stunts with flaming hoops or racing cars but daily terrors of the bludgeoned wife, whole wardrobes made to cover secret scars. Not stunts […]