Poetry
Autumn 1993
Birthdays
The warning this clock chimes to me, glass-bubbled, the face within the reflection of my face, the hands explicit on the dial as only a contrivance can afford to be […]
Poetry
Autumn 1993
The Box of the Special Silence
1. The gatekeeper to Tzu-Lu about Master Kung, ”O he’s the one who knows it’s no use, but keeps on anyway.” 2. You brought me a box of the most […]