Poetry
Summer 1991
After the Storm
From the Swedish. They’re burning brushwood and clearing up after the storm. Numbered logs are piled on both sides of the road waiting for transport. There are trees enough […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
Revisiting
Open. Children and Senior Citizens free. And so I step into a countryside woodshed saying Good-day to an abandoned chopping-blockwho is eager to show the woundsleft by the family’s axe-blows. […]
