Poetry
Summer 2003
Up Against the Statue
The haze of death which rose from Cannae Field Is two and a half centuries new And we are in this bustling small town, Discovering, as we guessed, the Duomo’s […]
Poetry
Summer 2003
Quarreling with the Keyboard
The Lord is resting on the seventh day. He looks and sees that everything is good. The Luciferian keyboard blocks his way. The world he learns cannot be understood Since […]
