Elegy for Terrence Tart
I see you now only in memories of burnt tire tracks and unshaven mugs you are my favorite rusty thought I can still smell your Marlboros...
13 Ways of Looking at a Miscarriage
I. The parents breathe woe The infant no longer does The bond is broken II. At least it was soon I wish your other life well But I...
Ode to Emma and Elegy for Youth
My youth? I hear it mostly In the bells of her springtime giggles I smell it mostly In the sun-soaked sky and Stepped-on skunkweed I...
