Poetry
Summer 1991
Next
They still astound me, these places to go. The relentless hammer of the heart becomes a song Of unsafety. I’m afraid of the next station, Of afterlife. Of landing, unsure […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
Tonight
Now that I’ve gone through the good reasons To be elsewhere the pacts are harder to come by; Each night the empty lots enlarge, trouble Shifts, and I try to […]