Spring Salmon at Night
I thought the west wind called me from bedthe night the river ran so hard.I followed it over the moonlit […]
I thought the west wind called me from bedthe night the river ran so hard.I followed it over the moonlit […]
The collar of your brown blazer turned up against a cutting wind, you hustle, late, to the train stop. The
how the pain becomes your steadyand people lose patience with you for not getting the surgerythey would choose in your
He talked on long afterI’d been shooed up to bedon calamine-lotioned legs,his voice finding a holethrough the hot air registerover
“…the strange experience of beauty.”–Marianne Moore I discovered a beauty spot onmy mind soon after we met.Self-diagnosed weeks later asbenign