Poetry
Winter 1985
Point of Rocks, Texas
The stones in my heart do not recognize your name. The lizard poking his head out of a crack considers us both strangers. This wide terrain, like a gray-green […]
Poetry
Winter 1985
Looking for the Cat Grave
I Sunlight stripes a wall. Silent pumpkin sleeps in a river of sun. Some moments we feel we have spent our whole lives walking towards. II Dry grass, the earth’s […]