Poetry
Summer 1986
Wild Plums in August
As long shadowsslip into the valley,we grow thirsty.Sun sits on our shoulderslike a hawkwhose eyes seizethe stark shift of season.In the darkof pines, it could benight.Your handon my neck drinksthe […]
Poetry
Summer 1986
Through Marshland
In this field are beginnings, green heartsthat bear violets, shadow-loving sorrel. Their green is sleek with the memory of ice;even now they are separate as flowers. I too am a […]
Poetry
Summer 1986
Initiation
I At that time, a bottle of dark winewas a life, or the hopeof a single evening—I thought it would be like that.There were details, onions in a bowl,quarters of […]