Poetry
Summer 1965
Ballad of the Milltown Bar
For Richard Hugo The moose stares down at the bear. The bear stares down at his beer. The dying will steal your breath with a loving kiss and […]
Poetry
Summer 1965
Beyond Colonus
Widowed queens I leave in every town, crumpling kisses from their whirlwind skirts. At every curve my fortune lies in wait. At my back the sheriff biinks his light. All […]
