Creation
Again this spring The lilacs form tight-furled cones And promise to send their piercing fragrance Throughout the neighbourhood Though dinosaurs […]
Again this spring The lilacs form tight-furled cones And promise to send their piercing fragrance Throughout the neighbourhood Though dinosaurs […]
When things have bloomed, my mother teaches me to hunt out the dead blossoms that are no longer veined and
For the blast blasted blubber beyond all believable bounds. —Paul Linnman, eye-witness Rolling heavily in on the tide, it
Review by Julia Istomina DIVINE COMEDY: JOURNEYS THROUGH A REGIONAL GEOGRAPHY by John Kinsella W.W. Norton 500 Fifth Avenue New
For a year, my father killed turtles. During the summer, he and his friends waited for them to bank on