Poetry
Autumn 1991
Do You See Her Alone on the Mountain?
hands lowered, wind on her face,brilliant sky pressing down? Will you return with her to where the ghosts live?Way back before she forgot where all the wounds wereor what the […]
Poetry
Autumn 1991
Remember Waking up with Me
tough as treebark. I ride on my dreams; I am strong. The horns that bend beyond my back are silver and silver, too, the place where bobcats cling. This was […]