Two Poems Issue no. 159 Fall 2001 Alders, their roots' snarl in marshy soil.Furtive roads, all summer dust, paststill ponds—a miniature vista
Three Poems Issue no. 148 Fall 1998 There is finitude in ice and icy finitudein public realms. The of-a-pieceness of it. Itmaddened me, I wanted life to shatter. Glitter