My Window in the Rain
The long, growing
poetry
Son
An old woman lumped on a commode,
Of Childhood
With rivers and high pastures
Storm
Grey clouds & nervine lightning:
Alcides (Irving Layton)
I slew the Centaur Nessus
Vermilion
She drifted down the Yellowstone
A Psalm
God, lead me to hell, not to paradise,
In the Rain
She came in the green rain
I Place a Print
I place a print upon the sand
Explodes, For Instance
the old rose still moves
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Current Issue: No. 301
