Bean Counting
April 10, 2018She adds up all the names people have given her over the years: ‘Vain, difficult, cold.” Someone once told her that
She adds up all the names people have given her over the years: ‘Vain, difficult, cold.” Someone once told her that
[…] me like green semaphores.” So do they in her poems. In “Writing Copy” the grotesque in the news floods into a real day and “the sheepish guy in the parking/ terrace who waits in […]
July twenty-third in the canyon is almost like hell-fire—sulfurous hot waves off the powdery earth while the children play in the trees,
One late afternoon just before sunset, the Prophet with white hair like the mane of a lion was walking by the sea with his friend, Fernando. They walked and talked about many things as […]
now that I’m old and know it I begin to glimpse the endless line
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