Poetry
Summer 1998
An Invocation from the Hot Noon of Central Ohio
Off the interstate for gas in Marion, Ohio, Another town whose business district runs These days to missions, adult films, and thrifts, I watch the old creep out toward afternoon […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
Now, until, Because
Today it is a summer dawn like that Dawn seven years ago in Rome: a chance Of rain-not storms, but some Few drops that do not come, Like a promise […]