North Star
North Star1.It’s unclear to me where we are going.I see nothing but fog on the peripheryof the headlights, and brown leavesswirling in a circle of snow, windblowing...
Read MoreNorth Star1.It’s unclear to me where we are going.I see nothing but fog on the peripheryof the headlights, and brown leavesswirling in a circle of snow, windblowing...
Read MoreThe traffic in Saigon is a marvel of balletic brinksmanship as 8 million motor bikes behave like schools of fish, swarming over its streets and traffic circles. This is...
Read MoreDeath Bed for John M My friend, an old ma Becomes a baby Swaddled in a sheet Pale hairless belly ballooning Blind hands pulling the air Stub of his penis pierced With a...
Read MorePeggy Billings, poet, activist, friend, in her own words, from the afterword to her second book of poems, Red Rooster Crowing. Peggy died yesterday. She was 90. A dear...
Read MoreRED COOKED VENISON NECK A friend gave me assorted cuts of venison a few months ago. There were steaks and tenderloin, which I cook like the best beef: no marinade, salt...
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