George McWhirter

After hockey practice, one afternoon, it unrolls for you like the scroll of meat in a tin of tuna, or the rings of a tree from around the date of its beginning in a dot of sap.

Truly, he loved bicycling down

"Queen Anne's Lace," a poem in Change-Up says it best for the best of Mr.

Eduardo drenches his head

In a park above the city

Sundays, the wind turned north-west and curdled the