Poetry
Spring 1997
Newspaper Photograph
She watches the sky, holding her hat against a forties wind, her heavy coat pressed against a rope-lined street, her other hand shading her eyes from the winter sun, saying […]
Poetry
Spring 1997
The Vase of Flowers
Arrangement is an accident, she said, turning from the vase of flowers, relying on roadside reds or blues or hillside yellows then in season, just as the town ripped in […]