Poetry
Fall 2008
Nickel
This morning I awoke to find the furnace had shut down in the night. Outside it was fifteen degrees and the wind had blown every cloud from the sky. Inside […]
Poetry
Fall 2008
Mourning Doves
The mourning doves are back earlier this year with their call of patient lamentation, flying up from the Carolinas after scarcely three months away. My mother always disliked them, although […]