Fiction
Autumn 1945
The Bell
Second Prize, 1945 Prize Contest If Mother were less large, or if the whole front room were not already filled with Mother’s things, each with its value or its […]
Poetry
Summer 1944
Paratrooper
From the dark side, feet first, breech birth, the fighter fallsand O the babe is small among perihelionsand his first breath crawls like a worm through impersonal countriesof no sins, […]
Poetry
Autumn/ September 1969
Footnotes to “The Autobiography of Bertrand Russell”
I “( … we did not go to bed the first time we were lovers, as there was too much to say).” Once out of Eden, love learned its deviousness […]