I.We had only one day in Paris, pilgrim-starved and threadbare, broke we’d walked to the tomb of a saint, from … More
Lazarus From the cave I walked into the darknessI once called day, and gagged upon the smells.My sisters wore the … More
So, I’ve been experimenting with sonnets, just to see how hard it might be. The verdict: Sonnets are very hard. … More
Some people go to their graves angry, unhappy, and utterly closed off to all possible goodness in their lives.