WAR
WAR The clowns and the names Run together calico flames In a garden of epitaphs Bowed beneath trees the...
WAR The clowns and the names Run together calico flames In a garden of epitaphs Bowed beneath trees the...
Visiting Peggy at the Cayuga Ridge Extended Care “Nobody feels any painâ€â€”Bob Dylan, Laureate Sang and...
A MESSAGE What is the state of this unrest? To lie in the dark and rustle To dream and hustle To rise like a...
SMALL I gave What a child Cannot refuse To give love You did not earn Thirst blind Radiant need To...
RED COOKED VENISON NECK A friend gave me assorted cuts of venison a few months ago. There were steaks and...
ICU A place lit by glacial dynamite A palace built of tears. The glass weeps rain And the walls are full of...
MOLT 1. At the threshold of the bug To molt or remain in this shell of grey. An earth encased in cloud still...
I just finished two books, The Social Origins of Language, a book of essays responding to the work of Robert...