January
Here. I knew it was going to save me.
poetry
On Harrow, Heading Home
On Harrow Street, the steep roofs of period
Cashing out: From a Letter
- waiting our way through school at townie restaurants
From a High Window
There was no night in that night.
Proprietary Elegy
Start here & this one's mine: geometric
Method
Whenever possible, all this
A Prayer for Rose
"Good dawning," I might have said (as Oswald
Silver and Gold
Christmas Day, 2000
The Thousand and One Nights: or, After Reading Auden's "Musee de Beaux Arts"
Luke 8:25
Vespers
The streetlamps roosting,
Pages
Current Issue: No. 301
