Mantra
for Leonard Cohen, 1934–2016 A crack in everything, he told us—that’s how light gets in. And yes, he always knew […]
for Leonard Cohen, 1934–2016 A crack in everything, he told us—that’s how light gets in. And yes, he always knew […]
On a page a word stirs. Stirring stalks flower buds of May. May showers tease our forlorn skies,
Two rings. The man who answers your call has a soft, Texan drawl. Mom is out. He asks
Start with a brief description of the town: its sagging thoroughfares, its battered clock tower. Places like this exist for
Cataracts in my mind have shielded me from recalling clearly the hours my old metal lunch pail stuffed with
Scene from Apocalypse Now Two faces pressed against the heat of a smoky, burner stove sky. They stared outside each