Poetry
Summer 2003
Borderlands
For my grandmother Crush my eyes, bitter grapes: wring out the wine of seeing. We tried to escape across the frozen Yalu, to Ch’ientao or Harbin. I saw […]
Poetry
Summer 2003
The Chasm
(August 1950) In the dream vultures circle above my mother’s cousin. Eye the gash blown in his belly by Soviet T-34 tanks or U.S. rocket launchers shooting at each […]