Stone Seas
that hold your ship to its course dead into the gunfire ahead, a course charted long before on stone paper, […]
that hold your ship to its course dead into the gunfire ahead, a course charted long before on stone paper, […]
after Amichai If, just once, we could’ve made a flying machine, or at least a winged creature of some kind,
After the peace, after the broken loves and failed career, after the too many moves, the too many hospitals, so
There’s a hard rain falling on the road up to Hill 65 just past sundown I am in the back
Hazed with heat and harvest dust the air swam with flying husks as men whacked rice sheaves into bins and