Poetry
Autumn/ September 1969
Fate in Incognito
At last I can figure out the nature of that whisking sound which I hear whenever I leave the room It is not really the sound of wind through television […]
Poetry
Autumn/ September 1969
Rose
She makes herself a rose by standing around in your mind, growing, She stands there on one leg and she says thorny things But every time the sun comes she […]