Poetry
Summer 2004
A Portent
For Dennis That cry in the woods like none I ever heard, sent up a racket of crows, a fury of wings by the edge of the stream. That sound—as […]
Nonfiction
Summer 2003
Inner Landscapes as Sacred Landscapes
1. This essay has its genesis in two events which will frame my discussion. The first occurred in 1978 and the second, twenty years later, in 1998. Both were the […]