Poetry
Winter 2003
Say a Person Suddenly
finds himself saying (herself saying)—in the shower, perhaps, or while eating a bowl of cereal—I don’t know what to do, I just don’t know what to do. Let’s assume that […]
Poetry
Winter 2003
Standard Candle
The same irrefragable irrefragables: the car, the barbecue grill, the swing set, oxidizing like plowshares in the steady, end-of-millennium rainfall. Or else it’s a voice from three states away, bringing […]
Poetry
Winter 2003
Postulation and Reply
Lord, what can I, worthless here on earth, do to justify your mindfulness of me (of me, of me, of me … )? What makes you think I am mindful? […]