A Poem for Uncertainties
I gave the waitress in the café a fifty & she gave me my change got sidetracked & left the […]
I gave the waitress in the café a fifty & she gave me my change got sidetracked & left the […]
Gradually, and working its way slowly, through all things, beginning even long before we knew each other. Through emptiness, through
I’m waking from the early afternoon, I watch the trees outside nod with the wind. I need to go and
my yearning ripened like the last apple russet and out of reach but for the sun touching it briefly the
Review by Craig Santos Perez VOICE CARRIED MY FAMILY by Robert Sullivan Auckland University Press University of Auckland Private Bag